#johnathan no last name given

[soupis4ever]

i have a terrible habit of not using references when im drawing. to remedy this, i've made one of my own. observe my favourite freaky flowerman

[meteor752]

Getting emotional over the idea of the double life children being featured in the wild life quiz…

Cause yeah in that AU they probably would be, they were a pretty significant part of that season

So like there’s of course the funny angle of Mumbo, Skizz, Lizzie, or Gem getting a question about them and just being ???????

But for the parents, it just feels very heartbreaking to me, because as we saw in the episode, they are very prone to forget, even significant things and events.

So yeah some questions could’ve been easy, “Who was Jekiv’s parents?” “Who was the youngest of the kids?” “Which of the children could talk to wardens?”

But there could also be more difficult things, that they just can’t remember.

Skizz runs up to Pearl, quickly asking her what colour Novo’s eyes were, and for some reason she can’t remember. They were blue right? Or brown? Purple? Her hands shake as she desperately tries to remember what her son even looked like in the first place.

“What animal was Jekiv always carrying around?” Cleo thinks it was a bunny. Incorrect.

“Wes was deathly afraid of a particular mob, which one?” Impulse has a near breakdown trying to remember .

“What instrument did Johnny know how to play?” Tango couldn’t even remember that his son could play an instrument.

“Which one of these is not one of Liana’s middle names?” None of them look right to Scar. Is it a trick question?

Distressing time on the server

It’s even worse tho for the kids, who are literally in spectator mode watching in real time as the memory of them slip from their parents fingers. No one knows how long the games there will be, but at a certain point, after enough time has passed since Double Life, their real parents, those who raised them, will just have completely forgotten who they were.

[gofishygo]

[PRIDE MONTH- WEEK FOUR] : through green hydrangeas (my heart lies) price x ftm reader (part 2/2) - UNFINISHED

(i will complete this once i am unsuicidal and motivated)

[PART ONE] | notes: medical settings, description of injury, should have a good ending but like rn its not necessarily very bonita for either of them

The next time you and Johnathan price meet each other is indeed, in Burningham.

The doctors treating you had come with a prognosis- a puncture to the intestine. Through the whole eight hours of the surgery, the whole two weeks of an induced coma, he’d shadowed it behind a glass window. His now practically immune to the scent of disinfectants, the lemon-stained chemicals burning at his nose until the chemoreceptors in them saw nothing, felt nothing. He compares it to a black hole, how his sensory limbs have dulled since his career; his ears are now half drowned, all noose shallow and diasporic, left behind at a botched mission in 2002 Moscow. The keenness of his nose now snuffed by a recent disaster with chemicals. His body is trying and failing, pulling the weight of the world on its shoulders and inside the gaping voids of his chest, always consuming, killing, but never truly settled. Never truly sated.

And now his eyes have resulted in you being eaten, now his ears have resulted in you being ripped at your core. His body has chewed you and, and was left to spit out your body, just like Johnny-

He is scared of looking into closed eyes-they remind price too much about him. So, he leaves the living pearls alone, refuses to peel the skin back to see your colours. He never wants to chew again, not after this.

In every other world be should have stayed attentive, should have yelled at you to not mount the doorframe. But now you are here, bandage wrapped vice-tight below your own scars under your chest and blanketing part of your tattoo, and guilt and pity and some dark festering emotion he couldn’t pinpoint layer and boil like bile in his kidneys. Threatens to spill over into his throat and all over the bed when he is finally allowed to take the compression off. It reveals the shooting star of a wound, crusted tail stretching and expanding into arms that seem to try reach across your skin, to take more of the body it had infested. And he fears you will meet the fate of Johnny- that the wound had claimed your soul instead of your life. And it was an early death too, for the man he had met, for the private who’d body he thought he’d fully memorised a decade ago. The short-lived life of the man who smiled with his whole face for the woman who couldn’t. He knows you have changed, have grown up and out of your past life.

But he can only hope that now; you are strong enough to live through it.

On the nineteenth day of your bedrest, John seems to notice that the slow trickle of bouquets and cards of condolence had been wrung dry, petals brown and crusting on the small bundle of roses that Gaz had left on the bedside since the beginning of your stay in the hospital. The colour of the wilt now matched his increasingly darkening eyebags, crow’s feet near buried, shallow dents in the corner of his peripherals. Pads of his fingers rest atop your forehead- and he knows no matter how dysregulated your internal temperature was since the mission, the number of degrees in your body would always be more than the amount of “get well soon’s” you were given. Some stone of pity seems to snowball at the tip of his tongue and lodge in his throat at the lack of a similar last name on any of the unopened cards left to collect dust on the table. Perhaps, since you’d dropped your original name, the people who’d carried your last refused to see you. And maybe, the idea that the number of degrees your body temperature was also outmatched the number of times you’d seen your relatives since your transition. And maybe, you had been alone for that stretch of years, without familiar flesh to grip onto or a face to share your ashtray and lighter with.

(When long-abandoned lawns are left unattended, they seem to flourish. Rainwater fills the cracks of pavement, toadstool and wildflowers sprouting between the roots of household weeds. In miracle, you had thrived in your isolation.) With one of your eyes slightly peeled open and fixed towards him, and voice barely gathering into the creak of a tree deforested, you ask what is wrong. Price swallows: and he replies with silence.

But even in your quarter-dead state, the captain can’t seem to stomp out the embers of your stubbornness. You’d always cared for him, affection growing teeth and latching onto him with a grip near impossible to pry. In warmth, it held him, in cold, it smothered him. “Put a lid on it, private,” its some form of rumbled warning, a predecessor to earthquakes that would split continents open. “Laswell called. All six targets got taken down, thanks to the work of you and the ULF. Another mission cleared, another day of living.” The dynamics of your exhale sound oddly like a rendition of price’s puff of a cigar. He can faintly recognise the lethargy, energy seeped out of your injuries, clearly exasperated by the way he slams shut at your prying. “You don’t need to worry about me,” But you’re attentive, even in your indigence, and notice how his eyes are not focused on the explosion of scab across your torso, but on the scars that adorned the underside of your chest. “Or is there something else on your mind?”

Price- he truly does hope that you register his stifled grunt and the widening of his eyes as shock instead of horror. Your words catch him off guard, a bear trap that ensnares his tongue instead of his legs, and he is left thrashing in desperation for new words. “no, it’s not- its not that you’re transgender. I don’t care for that. Why didn’t you contact me? What made you think that I would despise you, just because you changed? Just because you were happier?” did you think I could ever hate you for that? “no, its not your fault kid. m’ mistake.”

Silence from the only person who’d dared to raise their words to match all his own, isolation from the man whose touch anchored you down to the ground of the earth and the heat of his skin- it’s smothering him still, a phantom weight that chained the both of you to the bones in your knees and the cuffs of your necks. (If love Is liberation, maybe you two could have been set free-)

[temptingfatetakingnames]

The Last Steve Harrington Part 9

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

It was another beautiful summer day and Steve had taken the Chevy out for a drive. With the windows rolled down, he drove out to a country road listening to Hopper’s Johnny Cash tape. He had spoken to Hopper about borrowing the car and after a quick trip together to make sure Steve remembered how to drive, he had given the green light. There was a moment before he handed Steve the keys where he was sure Hopper thought he would never see him again. He didn’t really know what to do with the trust – that even though the thought crossed his mind that Steve might run, might take his car and go – Hopper gave him the keys anyway. It was a good feeling, knowing that he could take the car and leave if he needed to. Today, he needed to.

It was strange having Johnathan and Argyle in the house. They were generally very quiet but Steve still found his carefully crafted peace disturbed. They were two more people who asked questions, who he had to dance around and avoid. Argyle kept offering him weed, which seemed like the best and worse idea imaginable. Steve couldn’t deny that he was tempted but the fear of a panic attack always held him off. Johnathan didn’t talk much, which he was grateful for. He was much more reserved than the Johnathon Steve had known and he was unsure what to make of him. The feeling seemed mutual – he caught Johnathan staring at him a few times.

Nancy had only stayed long enough that first night to see Steve before heading home with the promise that she would be back soon. She had pulled him into a tight hug before she left, his frigid stance not dissuading her. Her scent had engulfed him – had overwhelmed him with memories and fondness – reminding him of first kisses and falling in love, of heartbreak and moving on. Her and Johnathan had fit so much better and Steve couldn’t be bitter when they realized it. They had tried to hide it from him at first, like he wouldn’t be able to tell when two of his best friends started dating. He could be oblivious, but not that oblivious.

The country road continued in front of him for miles, the music was loud and the wind blew his hair wildly around his face. He could keep driving, keep going until he found a place that didn’t know the name Steve Harrington. Start over fresh. It was his original plan to leave once he was well enough, prepared enough. But the thought wasn’t as enticing as it once was. His stomach rumbled and he was surprised to see the clock read almost 1:00 p.m. He did a quick U-turn and started the drive back home.

Home…?

He didn’t know when he started to consider the Hopper-Byers’ house home. They were all just so good to him. Too good. Hopper and Joyce were understanding, Will and Eleven were easy to be around and kind. The only thing Steve had to really compare it too was Eds’ and Wayne’s trailer. They both had the same warmth, the same feeling that Steve always found difficult to describe – the easy comfort of a safe place where he was loved, welcome, wanted – home, he now considered.

When he pulled up to the house, Joyce’s car was gone and so were Will’s and Eleven’s bikes. He wasn’t sure who would be home when he walked in the door. He heard banging and muttering coming from the kitchen when he walked past so he peered in to see who it was. Argyle had his head in the freezer and was digging around. If his muttering was anything to go by, he wasn’t finding what he wanted. He hadn’t noticed Steve standing in the doorway yet; he could still leave and Argyle wouldn’t know. But this was his home, and Argyle was looking for something.

“Hey, what are you looking for?” Steve asked as he walked into the room.

“Steve!” Argyle exclaimed as he pulled his head out of the freezer. “Where does Joyce keep her dough? I want to make a pizza. I found everything else I need, but no dough.”

Steve scrunched his face in confusion. Why would he be looking for dough in the freezer?

“She has flour and yeast in the cupboard,” he said pointing across the room.

“Flour is not going to cut it, my dude. I am looking for some premium premade dough balls.”

“Didn’t you make your own dough at Surfer Boy?”

“Of course! Trent always went in early to prepare a bunch and freeze it for the day. I was the toppings man… not the dough man.”

Steve smiled and walked over to the cupboard, grabbing out the flour, yeast, and sugar before turning back to Argyle. “Well, I guess today you get to be both.”

Steve set to work mixing the ingredients into a large bowl as Argyle watched intently. They settled into a routine as Steve explained the process. There were a few moments where they had to wait for it to rest or rise that Steve was afraid would turn awkward but Argyle was good at keeping up a mostly one-sided conversation. When it was ready, Argyle took over and started flipping the dough above his head like a true professional.

“What do you like on your pie, Steve?”

He shrugged. “I’m not picky, I’ll eat whatever you put on yours.”

Argyle tsked at him and wagged a finger in his face after he slapped the now rounded dough on the counter. “No can do my dude, of course you can try a slice of my delicious pineapple fiesta but you gotta have your own, too.” Argyle spread his hands out in front of the toppings he had pulled out like he was a game show host showing off the prizes. “What appeals to your current mood and hunger?”

“Mushrooms, onions, and…” Steve looked at the available options and pursed his lips in thought, “ham.”

Argyle nodded enthusiastically and smiled wide. “Good choices, a well-rounded pie.”

Steve started cleaning up while Argyle put his toppings on one side of the pizza and Steve’s on the other and then popped it in the oven. Nothing to do now but wait for it to be ready but Steve didn’t know how to politely excuse himself. Argyle just kept smiling at him and nodding slowly.

“Thanks for the help, you’d make a fine dough boy my dimension hopping buddy.”

“You’re welcome,” Steve said as he raked his fingers through his hair. “I’ll keep that in mind for when I decide on my future career plans.”

Argyle nodded sagely and then asked, “does it feel weird?” 

Steve blinked at him, having no clue what the hell that question meant. “Does what feel weird?”

“Being outside your dimension or universe or whatever. I once wore my shoes on the wrong feet for a whole day and I could tell that something was off but I didn’t figure out why until I got home and took my shoes off and everything felt right again. Does it feel like that?”

That… was a surprisingly insightful observation. Steve did feel constantly off balance – especially when he had to interact with the other versions of people he had known well in his universe. He was always making comparisons in his head, wishing he could stop because it was exhausting. But how do you stop? How do you forget?

“It does feel weird. It’s been weeks now and it hasn’t got better, I – I’m afraid it never will,” Steve said, looking away.

This was a fear he hadn’t spoken aloud to anyone. Steve didn’t know why he admitted it to Argyle of all people. The other man came over to him and put his hands on his shoulders. Steve flinched a little but held steady as Argyle looked him in the eyes intently.

“It will. If I kept wearing my shoes the wrong way eventually I would have got used to it, right? Then putting them on the other way would have felt wrong. It’s time, man. It just takes time.”

Time. Steve had spent a year surviving an apocalypse – he remembered the first few days thinking he would never make it, but like Argyle had said – it had become his normal… Eventually. Now, trying to live life normally did feel wrong.

He nodded and Argyle dropped his hands before bending down to check on the pizza in the oven. A peaceful quiet settled over them as they waited for it to be ready.

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Later that evening, he was reading in his room, hiding from everyone. Dinner had been loud and chaotic and Steve needed some time to himself afterwards. He found that he truly enjoyed sitting down for dinner with them all, even if he still didn’t talk much. The feeling of a family coming together after a long day and catching up with each other was… good. Food was passed around haphazardly and multiple conversations were going on at once and it was a lot for him and hurt his head a little, but he liked it. Joyce would always quietly ask how his day was and Will and Eleven always made a point to tell him how the rest of the kids were doing. It felt like family. Even though Steve was still holding himself back from them they kept trying to include him. Sitting at that table, he realized how easy it could be – to have them, to let them in.

That scared him. So, as soon as dinner was over, he ran to his room. He still felt like he didn’t deserve them and kept trying to squash that ball of sunshine glowing in his chest when they included him in their family.

A knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts. He set The Princess Bride aside and called, “come in,” expecting Joyce or the kids. He wasn’t expecting Johnathan.

“Hey,” he said as he entered the room.

“Hey,” Steve replied.

“Nancy is coming over tonight and I was wondering if we could invite Robin and Eddie over, too? We haven’t seen them in awhile and it would be good to get the gang together, if you’re up for it.”

Steve didn’t know why he had to be there or give his permission. This was Johnathan’s house more than it was Steve’s; he could invite anyone he wanted over. He supposed he was really asking if Steve would hang out with them. His first impulse was to say no. His first impulse was always to say no. But that impulse also made him think of the promise he had made – that damn promise.

He used to love getting together with friends. Drinking and laughing and swimming. He was the life of the party, once upon a time. He didn’t know how to get that part of himself back, didn’t know how to be carefree and light anymore.

But… he had promised to try.

“Sure,” Steve said and hoped he wouldn’t regret it.

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He regretted it.

He found himself in the same predicament he always seemed to find himself in nowadays – he didn’t know what to say. Nancy and Jonathan were sitting on the couch across from him, open expressions on their faces like they were waiting for him to spill his entire life story.

No, thank you.

He had already done that once and would not be doing it again.

Robin was sitting close beside him, their knees touching. She was always touching him. Completely without hesitation, she would reach out at any time – and he didn’t know why but she never made him flinch. Eddie and Argyle were both on the floor, talking quietly with their heads together. Steve wanted to pull Argyle’s fucking hair. Wanted to pull him away from Eddie until he was sitting at an appropriate distance. He sipped his beer and tried to ignore them.

“So, what have you been up to?” Nancy asked.

How do you say absolutely nothing without saying absolutely nothing?

“Resting, mostly,” he replied, “reading, hanging out with the kids. What about you guys?”

“I’m going to school for journalism and Johnathan is working as a photographer. He’s growing his own business.”

Steve nodded, unsurprised. That fit with what his Nancy and Johnathan would have pursued too. The silence grew between them as they all seemed to think of what else to say to each other.

Steve turned to Robin. “You graduated, right? Why are you still in Hawkins?”

“I did graduate and was all set to go to university but…” she trailed off and looked away, her hands fidgeting with the bottom of her shirt.

“But what, Robs?” he asked gently.

She looked back at him. “But then Steve died and it didn’t feel right to leave without him. I manage Family Video now.”

It was his turn to look away from her. He saw Nancy looking at Robin with a deeply sympathetic look on her face and Steve wondered if there was more to the story. He didn’t want to push her about it though, especially when it was about Other Steve.

“You could go now. It’s not too late,” he said instead.

Nancy nodded enthusiastically. “You could!”

“Maybe,” Robin said still sounding sad, “but not yet.”

“Hey, if you’re the manager maybe you could give me a job? Part time, just one or two shifts a week? I need something to do.”

“Yes! Of course, I can!” Robin said and smiled at him so brightly you’d think he’d just given her a gift that she had been waiting her whole life for.

He smiled back at her. Working with Robin part time would be a good way of getting out more and he was grateful for the opportunity to make his own money. One step closer to independence. Hopper and Joyce never made him feel like a burden but he hated having to rely on anyone for his needs.

“Thanks, Rob.”

The conversation flowed more easily after that as everyone got caught up with each other. Eddie and Argyle finished their conversation and joined the group, which took some of the pressure off Steve. They complained about their jobs and the terrible customers they had to deal with, blowing off steam by trying to one-up each other. Steve learned that Eddie was working as a mechanic. Eds had been good with cars too, so that didn’t surprise him.

Steve moved around the room, sipping his beer and chatting, mostly with Argyle and Robin. The beers loosened his tongue and he was feeling pleasantly drunk when Nancy asked him about his universe – she wanted to know what it was like. The conversations around him quieted as they all seemed to wait for him to decide if he was going to answer or not. He certainly hadn’t been willing to talk about it before and he knew they must be curious. So, he told them that in general their universes seemed very similar, most of the differences started after Vecna. He told them about the sky and how much he had missed having weather, and his anecdote about Madonna made everyone laugh. He tried to steer the conversation away from The Upside Down as much as possible, not wanting to talk about those differences but Nancy had other plans.

“How did we die?” she asked suddenly.

Her eyes were red and a little unfocused, they were all drunk by this point but that question poured ice cold water down Steve’s back.

Flashes of blood, of sightless eyes staring up at a red sky, of screams filling the air overwhelmed him. Steve shook his head, hoping to clear the memories from his mind. Felt anger rise up in their place. Nancy wanted to know how she died? Wanted to know how they all died?

Well, Steve would fill her in.

“Johnathan died trying to get to Will, a Demogorgon cut him clean in half. He was still screaming as he watched him get taken by the Mind Flayer. Vecna killed Nancy, snapped her neck like it was nothing. Robin was crushed and suffocated by The Mind Flayer. Argyle burned alive. He was throwing a Molotov when a bat attacked him and he dropped it.”

He paused and looked at Eddie. “Eds…he died in my arms after being torn apart by Demobats. Anyone else’s deaths you want to hear about? Maybe Mike’s? Or Dustin’s?”

The silence was loud. They were all looking at him, horrified. He put his beer on the table and got up. He walked up the stairs calmly and out the front door. Sitting on the front steps he tried to calm his racing heart, ashamed of what he had said. It was a question he probably would have asked if their positions were reversed. Anyone would be curious to know how they died in another universe. Nancy also would never have asked if she wasn’t drunk. He dropped his head between his knees and sighed. He didn’t want to go back in there. After a moment he heard the door open and close behind him.

He expected Robin so he was surprised by the manly grunt his new companion let out as he sat beside him on the step.

“I think I owe you an apology,” Eddie said.

Steve couldn’t help but snort at that.

“Okay. I definitely owe you an apology.”

“I’m waiting,” Steve said as he lifted his head and turned towards him.

“I am sorry,” Eddie continued, “for how I treated you in the hospital. I shouldn’t have said those things.”

Steve nodded, fighting back tears. “You didn’t know.”

“I’d like to explain why I was such an asshole, if that’s okay?”

“Sure, Eddie.”

“I wasn’t being facetious when I said I died the other day. I was torn apart by bats just like – just like Eds was but Vecna brought me back. He used me to get close to Eleven and the kids. I was screaming at them not to trust me, but they did. They were so happy to see me, that I was alive that they didn’t question how. That’s why I didn’t trust you. Just because you have someone’s face doesn’t mean you can be trusted. And the kids – fuck. You have no idea what they were like those first few days you were in the hospital. They were freaking out, man. Blaming themselves for taking too long. They were expecting Steve – who always just seemed to let all that shit roll off him, ya know? And instead…” Eddie seemed to realize where he was going and stopped mid-sentence.

“Instead, they got me.”

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Maybe not. But it’s the truth.”

Eddie looked at him intently. “You think I didn’t blame myself when I was doing what Vecna ordered me to do? Afterwards, when I tried to apologize, they wouldn’t let me. It was… hard, getting back to myself after that. I guess I just understand a little, maybe – about what you’re going through.”

Steve thought about it. Maybe…Eddie could understand a little. At least about the after part anyway, the getting back to normal part. But Eddie wasn’t to blame for his actions when he was being controlled by Vecna, Steve had no one else to blame but himself. It wasn’t the same, but it was something.

“Did you hurt them?” he asked.

Eddie shook his head. “I was a spy, I told Vecna everything that they were planning. I broke free before he ordered me to hurt them, though I could feel how much he wanted Eleven dead.”

“How did you break free?”

“Eleven. She knew something wasn’t right but it took her awhile to figure out the connection between me and Vecna. He left me torn up, made it look like I had crawled my way out of The Upside Down so I would be less suspicious. She thought it was the bat bites that she was sensing, not Vecna. Took her awhile to find him, longer to get him out.”

Steve couldn’t imagine having someone in his mind, ordering him around, ordering him to spy on the people he loved. It probably wasn’t something Eddie liked to talk about, but he was grateful that he told him. It helped. Their situations weren’t the exact same, but the guilt Eddie felt… Yeah, he understood guilt.

“Thank you,” Steve said, “I appreciate you explaining. I didn’t understand why you were so angry at me.”

Eddie winced. “I really was an ass. I’ll make it up to you tomorrow.”

“Oh yeah? How are you going to do that?”

“It’s a surprise, but I think you’ll like it. I’ll pick you up at 11:00, let ya sleep in a little, hmm?”

Once again, his first impulse was to say no. After tonight he wanted to hide out in his room and never come back out.

But it was Eddie. How could he say no to Eddie?

He nodded. “11:00 sounds good.”

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Part 10

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[wow-thisismylifeiguess]

Price and Nikolai meet and marry young. Their relationship is fast and like fire, burns hot and bright and quick. There’s no denying that they love each other, not a doubt in their minds, but there’s something that constantly has them at each other’s throats.

They’re undeniably good at their jobs when they work together, but Laswell has had to step in one too many times to prevent the bruises they come home with from coming for each other. They are hot and aggressive. The good times are perfect. The bad times are hell.

When Price hands over the divorce papers, Nikolai can’t find any sort of excuse to rip them to shreds and pretend they dont exist. The same way no one can deny they’re in love, he can’t deny that staying together will eat away at both of them until there’s absolutely nothing left. It’s bad. Very bad. So he signs his name, doesn’t let his eyes linger too long on the pages beyond where he has to write. Price doesn’t say a word. What’s done is done. Price leaves, and Nik stays.

They’re divorced, but work is work. Events continue to drag them together time and time again, and somehow, things are better than they ever were in the past. Nikolai asks how Price is doing. Checks in. Inquires about the task force he’s leading. Price returns the favor. Asks if Nikolai is keeping himself healthy. Jokes that he’s looking a little softer around the waist. Nikolai responds that he can still take Price any day. Price asks if that’s so. There’s a shine in his eyes. They’re clearly not talking about sparring.

Nothing happens, because both of them put that part of their relationship behind them years ago. It’s over and done with, but they can still be friends. Coworkers. Their teamwork is still unmatched, having each other’s backs like no other duo. Unstoppable when together.

Laswell is who talks to Price first. She’s far from blind, has been holding off on saying anything for…/months/, because she was unsure if it was her place. But as John’s best friend, she’s not going to stay quiet any longer.

The question shocks Price to his core. Is he still in love with Nikolai? That’s….that’s ridiculous. Those days are dead and gone, they’ve both moved on, but-

Ah, who is he kidding. John Price never stopped loving Nikolai Sokolov. He’s gone to sleep every night since the day those papers were signed wondering if they’d made a mistake, wondering if they could have made it work. But at the same time, he knew it was impossible. He remembers their last fight. Fingers around his neck, his own returning the same treatment. Kate screaming for them to /stop/.

Laswell takes his silence for what it is. A yes, plain and simple. But it’s not like he can do anything about it. That’s what he keeps telling himself, what he always tells himself. Laswell gives him an unreadable look. They don’t keep secrets. It makes him nervous, but the whole conversation slips his mind when soon enough, it’s time to return to work. Even a few months later, when given another opportunity to work with Nikolai again, Price doesn’t dare allow himself to think about it.

Not even when once the job is over, Nikolai invites him for drinks. Not even when Price shows up, dressed in his best clothes, and notices that Nikolai has done the same.

Not until Nikolai is sliding his palms over his cheeks, leaning in, a careful expression on his face.

“We’re old men, Johnathan. Been through a lot. But I have to ask, even after everything. Can you give me a second chance?”

There’s heat in his gut. Nothing explosive, just warmth, deep and calm. Familiar. Comforting.

Price says /yes/.

[faytelumos]

Hi! I rediscovered your aliens find cryogen-frozen humans story, and i couldn’t help wonderingif you would ever do a part 3?

Here it is, after quite a long time! Hopefully I get part 4 out faster than this. 😅

Into the Black With a Matchstick, pts 1-2 recap

first previous

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Previously, on Into the Black:

"This style and material composite isn't in our registry," Engineer Tinel declared. She looked up to Admiral Paxie. "We haven't met this species yet."

The first step was to send the Greeting Call. The way a society answered the Greeting Call was often the best way to determine if they were ready for First Contact.

"S-sir! We're being hailed!"

"Greetings. I am Admiral Uten Paxie of Arkinu. Our species is the Xoixe. It is a pleasure to meet a new race of intelligence."

"I am Captain Adina Ramirez of Earth, and this is Lieutenant Johnathan Harrison. We weren't expecting to meet intelligent life on our journey. Normally, we probably would have packed a few extra diplomats."

"Would you feel more comfortable if we contacted your diplomats?"

"Even if we could, our home planet is twelve lightyears away."

Captain Eme leaned his head close to Paxie's and uttered lowly: "They don't have any rings on their ship."

This ship had no rings or projection structures. They had just been puttering through the system on a barely active engine.

"How many generations have passed on your ship, Captain Ramirez?"

"None; everyone on this ship is in cryogenic stasis."

What in the name of Creation had caused a species to freeze all crew on a ship?

"What the fuck?" Eme breathed.

"Captain Ramierez, how long have you been traveling?"

26,008,372 years, 217 days, 8 hours, 36 minutes

The agreement had been that if and when Earth's space travel technology advanced, a crew would catch up to The Solstice and update everything. Maybe even wake the crew and check up on everyone. But almost fifty times the length of recorded human history had passed between the launch and this wake-up call.

Humanity was dead.

"I can't do this," Adina breathed, hunched over the cantina table and the regurgitated remains of her hydration pack, "I'm gonna pass out."

"I, I know of something that'll help," John rasped.

"Doctor Harrison, did you smuggle drugs onto an international, interstellar space ship?"

The aliens looked exactly like what would happen if a lion and a hyena had a baby and it came out a dinosaur.

"Are we betting the last members of humanity on that thing's friendliness?" John asked.

"No matter what happens, we're at these people's mercy," Adina whispered.

The boarding party was comprised of three individuals. Admiral Paxie, xenomedic Ensign Kime, and Sergeant Klte. Sergeant Klte was a Qomo, one of the smaller species in the Xoixe's catalog of allies. Given the delicate and relatively defenseless physiology of the new aliens, Paxie had determined that Klte would be the best received as the face of the alliance. It stood on four thin legs, rose up on an elegant, slim torso, and had four thin arms, a sleek, mostly featureless face, a thin, lipless mouth, large, black eyes, and pale skin. It was downright cute.

"Admiral," Kime uttered, looking at the new aliens, "these creatures are exhibiting signs of extreme stress."

"Hopefully our new friends will be comfortable enough joining us to tell us what's happened here," Paxie said.

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next

[zoomzooomfast]

What I think Sims 2 premades full legal names are . Base game Edition

Other wise know as what I think characters middle names are. Notes will be given when I want to.

Also the Monty’s aren’t included because I don’t think they have middle names.

Pleasantview

The Brokes

Brandi Lynn Broke

Bernard “Skip” Broke ; I think skip is called skip because he’s names after his grandfather so the name Skipped a generation hence skip.

Dustin Jacob “Dusty” Broke

Beau Thomas Broke

Skipper James Broke “Skip. Jr”/unborn baby broke ; Skipper is named after his dead father

The Calientes

Dina Lyra Caliente

Nina Faye Caliente

Lyra and Faye l are space references. Lyra is the smallest constellation and Faye is a comet

The Dreamers

Derren Seth Dreamer

Darleen Lucy Dreamer

Dirk Bramwell Dreamer; Darren and Darleen are creative types so I think they are pulling the most random middle name.

The Goths

Mortimer Gunther Goth

Bella Maria Goth

Cassandra Marie Goth

Alexander Mortimer Goth

Don Jonathan or Donathan Lothario

The Pleasants

Daniel Marshall Pleasant

Mary-Sue Pleasant

Angela Mary Pleasant

Lilith Elizabeth Pleasant

The Burbs

John Burb

Jennifer Natalie Burb

Lucy Gace Burb

Kaylynn Rose Langerak

Strangetown

The Beakers

Loki Halfdanarson Beaker; Halfdanarson is his mom maiden name

Circe Athena Beaker; I think Circe has 2 very powerful names and I think they both work in her favor

Osiris Edward Specter “Nervous Subject” ; depicted what the sims 3 wants to think I don’t think Nervous Subject is his legal name. I think it’s a name he responds to and is ok going by. But I think Nervous legal name is Osiris after the Egyptian death because he’s Olive Specters son she would love a good death reference.

The Curious Brothers

Pascal Clermont Hogleg Curious; Pascal Chose his own name so it doesn’t fit super well with the rest

Vidcund Fausto Hogleg Curious

Lazlo Gabriel Hogleg Curious

Tycho Paul Curious; Paul is after his best uncle

The Grunts

General Buzz Anderson Grunt

Lyla Florence Grunt

Tank Nolan Grunt

Ripp Wesley Grunt

Buck Theodore Grunt

In my head Lyla wanted her boys to have softer names but Buzz rather they has strong and agressive names so Lyla made he name choices for her sons there middle names

The Smiths

Pollination Tech#9 “Poul” Smith

Ginebra “Jenny” Diana Hogleg Smith

Johnathan “Johnny” Gem Curious Smith

Jill Vir Curious Smith

Both of the kids have there zodiac constellations name Abbreviation and Jenny's last name as middle names similar to Jenny and her siblings

The Specters

Olive Specter

Ophelia Sofia Nigmos

The Singles household

Chloe Love Curious

Lola Marie Curious

Erin Halfdanarson Beaker

Kristen Ruth Loste

Chole and Lola's middle name are refrences to Marie Carie and Ada Lovelace And Erin is the same as Loki.

Crystal Rouge Vu

Ajay Kelly Loner

Veronaville

So The Capp naming convention is something like first daughter is named after yourself, 2nd daughter is your husbands mom third is after your mother. then the boys are just Shakespeare references

The Capps

Consort Hector Thebe Capp

Contessa Scribonia Capp

Cordelia Cleo Capp

Caliban Anthony Capp

Tybalt William Capp

Juliette Cordelia Capp

Hermia Sycorax Capp

The Capps

Goneril Contessa Capp

Albany Capp

Miranda Goneril Capp

Hal John Capp

Desdemona Anne Capp

Ariel Contessa Capp

The Capps

Regan Andromache Capp

Cornwall Shakespeare Capp

Kent Hamnet Capp

The Summerdreams

Oberon Aaron Summerdream

Titania Summerdream

Puck Ash Summerdream

Bottom Sunflower Summerdream

Puck and Bottom's middle names are plant based names that are fun because there magical fairies

[worstqueerbaittournament]

Submission list

organised by @kindalikerackham (THANK YOU)

This is a list of all of the submissions. It will be updated continuously. Italics are still being decided in the polls, crossed out have been decided on “no”, bold have been decided on “yes”

By character name (or ship name if given)

Akira Kurusu and Goro Akechi from Persona 5 Royal

Alix from Miraculous Ladybug

Allison and Patti from Kevin Can F**k himself

Anna and Marnie from When Marnie was There

baron draxum and master splinter   rise of the tmnt 2018

Batman and Joker/ Bruce and John Doe from Batman Telltale

Beca and Chloe from Pitch Perfect

Beca from Pitch Perfect

Betty and Veronica from Riverdale

Blake Belladonna and Yang Xiaolong, aka Bumbleby from RWBY

Blitzen and Hearthstone from Magnus Chase

Buck and Eddie from 9-1-1

Chad/Ryan from High School Musical

Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr (aka Professor X and Magneto) from anything X-Men

Cory and Naveed from Ackley Bridge

Dani Ramos and Grace from Terminator Dark Fate

Darling Charming and Apple White from Ever After High

Dean Winchester

Destiel

Drs House & Wilson from House MD

emma woods/emily dyer from identity v

Faberry from glee!(Rachel Berry + Quinn Fabray)

Fuffy, faith and buffy from Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Finn and Poe from Star Wars

Firestar and Greystripe from Warriors

foot clan lieutenant and brute  rise of the tmnt 2018 

Ginji Amano & Ban Midou from GetBackers

goro majima and kazuma kiryu -  Yakuza/Ryu Ga Gotoku

Grif and Simmons from Red vs. Blue

Hannibal and will from Hannibal tv show

H.G. Wells and Myka Bering from Warehouse 13

Hikaru Sulu from Star Trek Beyond

hypnopotamus and warren stone  rise of the tmnt 2018  

Ineffable Husbands from Good Omens

Jade and Bella from Rainbow High

Jade and Tori (Victorious)

Jake Peralta (Brooklyn 99)

Jane Rizzoli and Maura Isles from Rizzoli&Isles TV series

Janis from Mean Girls

Jeremy and Michael from Be More Chill

Jess/Jules from Bend It Like Beckham

Johnathan Harker and Dracula from Dracula (Netflix)

Johnathan Harker and Dracula from Dracula (1897)

Juleka and Rose from Miraculous Ladybug

Julian Bashir and Elim Garak from Star Trek: Deep Space Nine

Jun and Tatsuya from Persona 2

Kaoru Nishimi and Sentarou Kawabuchi from Kids on the Slope (Sakamichi no Apollon)

kanji/naoto from persona 4

keith and lance from voltron

Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk from Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint

klavier and apollo from ace attorney

L and Light from Death Note

legolas and gimli from lotr

Legoshi and Louis from Beastars

leo and adam from tatort saarbrücken

lightcannon, Jinx and Lux from league of legends

Loki from The Loki show

Luca & Alberto from Luca

Luigi and Bowser from the Mario movie

marc and nathaniel from miraculous

Masumi Itachi from blue flag

Matsuoka rin and haru from Free!

Max from Miraculous Ladybug

Mel and Naomi from Vermonia

merthur (merlin and Arthur from the BBC show merlin

Milo and Bisco from Sabikui Bisco

Mobius and Loki from the Loki show

nana komatsu/nana osaki from nana

narumitsu - Ace Attorney

Naruto and Sasuke

Newt and Hermann from Pacific Rim

Nina and Lily from the movie Black Swan

Peggy Carter & Angie Martinelli from Agent Carter

Quentin and Eliot - The Magicians

Ravenpaw and Barely from warrior cats

Raya & Namaari from Raya and the Last Dragon

rei and nagisa   from Free!

Sam and Max

Sam and Bucky from The Falcon and the Winter Soldier

Sherlock and John Watson from BBC Sherlock

Sherlock and Moriarty from BBC Sherlock

Shiro and Adam from voltron

shiro and keith from voltron

sophie and agatha from The School of Good and Evil

Spirk (Spock and Kirk) from Star Trek  The Original Series

Spirk (Spock and Kirk) from Star Trek  the reboot movies

Sterek  (Stiles and Derek from Teen Wolf)

Steve and Bucky from Captain America

Steve McGarrett and Danny Williams from Hawaii 5-0 (the 2010 version)

stiles stilinski from teen wolf

Supercorp! Lena and Kara from Supergirl!

Superman and Batman from the DCEU

SwanQueen (Regina Mills/Emma Swan from Once Upon a Time)

Sylvie from Loki

Thiel and Boerne from Tatort Münster

Thomas & Newt from the maze runner

troy barnes and abed nadir from community

wednesday and enid from wednesday

Yumihisu (Ymir x Historia Reiss) from Attack on Titan

yu/yosuke from persona 4

Zari and Charlie from Legends of Tomorrow

Zoro and sanji - one piece

By Property:

9-1-1 - Buck and Eddie

ace attorney - klavier and apollo

Ace Attorney - narumitsu

Ackley Bridge - Cory and Naveed  

Agent Carter - Peggy Carter & Angie Martinelli

Attack on Titan - Yumihisu (Ymir x Historia Reiss)  

Batman Telltale - Batman and Joker/ Bruce and John Doe

Beastars - Legoshi and Louis

Be More Chill - Jeremy and Michael

Bend It Like Beckham - Jess/Jules

Black Swan - Nina and Lily

blue flag - Masumi Itachi

Brooklyn 99 - Jake Peralta

Buffy the Vampire Slayer - Fuffy (faith and buffy)

Captain America - Steve and Bucky

community - troy barnes and abed nadir

DCEU - Superman and Batman

Dracula (1897) - Johnathan Harker and Dracula

Dracula (Netflix) - Johnathan Harker and Dracula

Ever After High - Darling Charming and Apple White  

Free! - Matsuoka rin and haru

Free!-  rei and nagisa 

GetBackers - Ginji Amano & Ban Midou

Glee - Faberry (Rachel Berry + Quinn Fabray)

Good Omens - Ineffable Husbands

Hannibal (tv) - Hannibal and will

Hawaii 5-0 (2010) - Steve McGarrett and Danny Williams

High School Musical - Chad/Ryan 

House MD - Drs House & Wilson

identity v - emma woods/emily dyer

Kevin Can F**k himself - Allison and Patti

Kids on the Slope (Sakamichi no Apollon) - Kaoru Nishimi and Sentarou Kawabuchi

league of legends - Jinx and Lux

Legends of Tomorrow - Zari and Charlie

Loki show - Mobius and Loki

Loki show - Loki

Loki show - Sylvie

lotr - legolas and gimli

Luca - Luca & Alberto

Magnus Chase  - Blitzen and Hearthstone

Mario Movie - Luigi and Bowser

Mean Girls  - Janis

Merlin (BBC) - merthur (merlin and Arthur)

Miraculous Ladybug - Alix

Miraculous Ladybug - Juleka and Rose

Miraculous ladybug - marc and nathaniel

Miraculous ladybug - Max

nana - nana komatsu/nana osaki from

Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint - Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk

Once Upon a Time - SwanQueen (Regina Mills/Emma Swan )

one piece - Zoro and sanji

Pacific Rim - Newt and Hermann

Persona 2 - Jun and Tatsuya

persona 4 - yu/yosuke

persona 4 - kanji/naoto

Persona 5 Royal - Akira Kurusu and Goro Akechi

Pitch Perfect - Beca

Pitch Perfect - Beca and Chloe

Quentin and Eliot - the Magicians

Rainbow High - Jade and Bella

Raya and the Last Dragon - Raya & Namaari

Red vs Blue - Grif and Simmons

Rise of the TMNT 2018 - baron draxum and master splinter

Rise of the TMNT 2018 - foot clan lieutenant and brute

Rise of the TMNT 2018 - hypnopotamus and warren stone

Riverdale - Betty and Veronica

Rizzoli&Isles TV series - Jane Rizzoli and Maura Isles

RWBY - Blake Belladonna and Yang Xiaolong, aka Bumbleby

Sabikui Bisco - Milo and Bisco

Sam and Max - Sam and Max

Sherlock (BBC) - Sherlock and John Watson

Sherlock (BBC) - Sherlock and Moriarty

Star Trek AOS - Spirk (Spock and Kirk)

Star Trek Beyond - Hikaru Sulu

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine - Julian Bashir and Elim Garak

Star Trek TOS - Spirk (Spock and Kirk)

Star Wars - Finn and Poe

Supergirl - Supercorp! Lena and Kara

Supernatural - Dean Winchester

Supernatural - Destiel

Tatort Münster - Thiel and Boerne

tatort saarbrücken - leo and adam

Teen Wolf - Sterek  (Stiles and Derek)

teen wolf - stiles stilinski

Terminator Dark Fate - Dani Ramos and Grace

The Falcon and the Winter Soldier - Sam and Bucky

The Magicians -  Quentin and Eliot

the maze runner - Thomas & Newt

The School of Good and Evil -  sophie and agatha

Vermonia - Mel and Naomi

Victorious - Jade and Tori

Voltron - keith and lance

Voltron - Shiro and Adam

Voltron - shiro and keith

Warehouse 13 - H.G. Wells and Myka Bering

warrior cats -  Ravenpaw and Barely

Warriors - Firestar and Greystripe

wednesday - wednesday and enid

When Marnie Was There - Anna and Marnie

X-Men (any) - Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr (aka Professor X and Magneto)

Yakuza/Ryu Ga Gotoku - goro majima and kazuma kiryu

[stevie-petey]

"Truly, it was inevitable. He’s too much like you, your wounds a matching pair, and you never stood a chance against the inevitability. He’s an extension of you now, you can no longer deny this."

omgggg they are sooooo going to fall in love.....they are sooo connected to each other........wounds a matching pair....yeah that's them choosing each other baby!!!!

"The moment between you two is intimate; everyone around you looks away. Nancy stares down at her feet while Steve clenches his jaw."

this is soooo cray to me, because i feel like this whole moment captures the four of them so well. in every other universe that's not this one, it really is big and bee, and steve and nancy soulmatism hours. it's just this one where nancy and johnathan choose each other and steve and bug choose each other. love love the dynamic between feeling the string of fate connect you to a person yet choosing someone else because it's what you both want......in a way it's more powerful than any string of fate can be.

also the part where she kisses johnathan's cheek to savour it knowing its one of the last times..........hmmm........this is what heartbreak feels like.......but then holding steve in the kitchen immediately after........m you really built the parallels there......

i am so fascinated by the fact that bug is caught up in the survivor's guilt trip of the century about will while at the same time nancy is drinking her own fun cocktail of guilt for cheating and the burden of knowing she possibly came between bug and johnathan in a strange way, and feels that resentment against bug for seemingly not having to carry that burden?? like obvs bug has her faults but it's so interesting watching bug overemphasize her guilt and role in will's predicament in an honestly unpredictable situation while nancy feels anger and resentment at bug for being not-as-at-fault in their relationship troubles of the lover's quadrilateral (good indie band name btw)......like......bug and nancy you two are more alike than either of you would like to admit!!! especially with what bug revealed last episode about striving to be kind because she felt like she was cruel after their dad left and thus is always trying to make up for it because she's so scared to be like their dad, while nancy saw the loveless marriage of their parents and turned it into a streak of emotional caution and restraint and independence, is all just so.....like the iverts of each other??? so it just makes sense why steve and johnathan would be caught up in both of them so much....bug feels jealousy over johnathan choosing nancy and admiring that emotional independence while nancy in turn resenting the guilt she feels for not being a "good" gf to steve and craving the emotional vulnerability that makes people gravitate towards bug as she struggles with her own complications, complexities and the fact that she isn't as outwardly....idk i guess perfect-seeming when she compares herself to bug.....which is funny given that that's how bug felt about nancy when comparing nancy's badassery and intelligence in s1........like.......girls........i hate to tell ya, you guys are very good mirrors of each other! and are really reflecting a lot of the same fears back at each other and projecting the same light over and over again!! honest to god i see another universe where nancy and bug are together, the same way there's a universe where steve and nancy/bug and johnathan are together...........like.........they've got that lesbian parallels and have that toxic feelings-that-in-hs-you-could-only-describe-as-jealousy-that-tears-you-both-apart-later-you-realise-was-desire that breaks your heart in high school and you don't understand why until years later you wake up and go "oh! that was my first love! that's why i felt that glow emanating from their very being and felt they were perfect and above all reproach and better than me and had what i can only describe as a gaping hole in my chest anytime they were in a romantic or sexual relationship with anyone who wasn't me!"

also, i just wanted to add about the ending tent scene where bug is trying to bring will back......i will admit that with recent stuff, i don't really care for will all that much, but genuinely, seeing the deep connections between bug and the rest of the byers family.....will being her little bee.....so cute they really are her family!!! in another life she would have been joyce's daughter in law!!! obvs family is so much more than like certificates and paper documents but idk you can just tell how much they are meant to be in each other's lives. and omg el is back!! yay!!!

oh nancy and bug 100% in another universe are gfs because they foil SO well :(((( youre correct about everything, every little detail is right and it PAINS me.

and nancys guilt paralleling bugs :(( my girls deserve the world and they NEED to have a conversation about how much they admire the other. it would do them both so much good ugh (it will come, trust)

and i love the idea of fate and how we can choose to go against it, and i think it incorporates well into the story in respect to the relationships. fate destined nancy/steve and bug/jon and YET ,,, theyre choosing someone else. they have to choose someone else. and its so beautiful so me <3

[enniewritesathing]

how did you decide on the name Vincent for John’s werewolf-sona?

AH! someone caught that :3

anon, I've actually been meaning to tell that story on how/why The Werewolf is named Vincent for a while, and I just... didn't? or at the very least I don't have that vague thought of when it happened.

I'll explain it under a cut bc half of it is spoilers (ig?) and the other half is me rambling

SO!

The Werewolf's given name is Vincent. I'll explain 'given' in a bit. He's named because it comes from his desire to really have a name. It's pretty clear that he's sentient and completely separate from John. A name -- "hey, that's me."

John (and Brian) have addressed him as 'Wolfie' from time to time if they're talking about him but not to him. It's affectionate to them both but it's annoying at best for the The Werewolf. Actually, his annoyance is what prompted him to have that convo with John. Wants his own name, a real name; John respects that and asks.

(for some reason, it never occurred for The Werewolf to have one already picked out... he doesn't know; he's more of a throw darts at a board and see what sticks.)

They have a brainstorming session (and bonding moment too? a twofer). "Don't give me an old name," he says. John figures that out that The Werewolf meant a name that's hinting/obvious to everyone that he's a lycan in the first place.

John mulls it over; they go back and forth. The Werewolf needs to be named something that's strong, something regal and cool, and matches his general look.

"How about 'Vincent?' Vin for short."

The Werewolf's ears perk up. That sounds good. But... "Isn't that your name?"

"Yeah. And no. I know I have other names but I never go by them. Seems weird. I'm sure you're tired of using my name; it's not you specifically. It's us."

"I don't mind using your name on the outside. It's simpler." (Outside being, well, when it's time to switch and he's out socializing. He'd rather not go through the headache of explaining the name switch that would happen every now and then.)

"Okay. What about Brian; could he call you Vincent?"

"Yes. If he still wants to address me as you as well, that's fine too."

"Alright. Your name is Vincent. My gift to you."

Also!.... idk if you know anon, but John's full name is Johnathan Vincent Raulo Davidson (a while back i was toying with the idea of him having a hyphenated last name Davidson-Ramirez... or he had it and then he dropped it because it just became a logistical nightmare. That and that would've been absolute hell on 5 year old John learning his letters lmao)

So! that's the long short of it; The Werewolf's name is Vincent and it was given by John and that's why you see him referred to as such in memory management. It would also be weird John didn't address him by name this whole time. And! maybe it's a peak into their relationship with each other, y'know?

That and I switch between The Werewolf, Were!John, and Vincent in my notes. The reason I'm not referring to the The Werewolf as Vincent right now is because there may be some confusion as y'know, outside of a few things, they look alike on first glance and can read as John having a werewolf twin or something. (if one doesn't know). which is also why I'll refer to Vincent as Were!John.

...yeah, I know that's a lot, lol.

[lunarcovehq]

RALPH MIDDLEMAS (THOMAS DOHERTY) HAS FOUND.

Connection: Lost Love (Romantic)

Suggested Name: UTP

Age Range: Physically 26-34 in 1969 (Actually 80+)

Species: Vampire

Suggested FCs: Very UTP. Some suggestions might be Johnathan Nieves; Nicholas McDonough; Evan Mock; Omar Ayuso; Tunji Kasim; Drew Ray Tanner; Barry Keoghan; Archie Madekwe; or Rob Raco

Connection Description:

Death TW; Homophobia TW; Alcohol TW

Your character was born and raised in New York City and knew Ralph Middlemas much of their life, maybe from living in the same neighborhood, from school, or from crossing paths at the funeral home where Ralph worked as a teenager

When your character and Ralph were in their 20s, they got too drunk one night and confessed mutual romantic feelings on their bumbling subway ride home. The pair entered a private, non-official relationship that went on and off over several years. Ralph never told your character he loved them, and both seemed to feel the weight of their families to get married and have lives elsewhere. 

On July 20, 1969, Ralph was supposed to watch the moon landing with your character but ended up having to work the night shift. He was murdered that night by a new vampire. 

After the burial of an empty box, your character launched a personal investigation following the apparent "disappearance" of Ralphie's body. There was a cold, hidden trail of other missing corpses in the city and hospital records, and you followed them. Oddly, you even swore you saw Ralph himself on the streets of New York late one night but could not reach him before he vanished.

In the winter of 1970, your character's frustrated digging put them into contact with "the landlady," an elderly vampire under whose care Ralph had lived for a period. By that point, Ralph himself had already fled the city, but you were now a human who had drawn too close to the small supernatural underbelly. You were given two choices from the ragtag group of vampires upon whom you had stumbled: regrettable death or the ability to find out what really had happened to Ralphie, a mercy and a gift. You chose the latter and were turned.

Over the following decades, you were not able to reconnect with Ralph himself, who had all but disappeared onto America's highways, bouncing from place to place. But with hunters now snuffing out the last vestiges of the supernatural around the world, you have finally made your way to Lunar Cove, surprised to find the very person who had started you on this journey already there. 

There is no need to contact the player before applying:

Ted is available for DMs on @rxmiddlemasx !!

[ghostthecryptid]

Ayyyyyh some OC stuff

The first being one of my friends characters and mine, Raziel and Johnathan. Made out of among us characters

And then the last two are a character of mine named Laius. Hes a paranormal investigator (doesnt have much luck catching things on camera though). He is trans and I love him very dearly because he is a very sweet man.

Imma talk about my charcter real quick:

The older Laius picture is him looking upset and tired because that specific older Laius is what happens if he doesnt get that proof. Its a whole story plot I have. Two paths for him. He gets the proof or he doesnt. The first path he ends up meeting an angel and demon and after some shenanigans he gets his proof on camera. The second path, he doesnt meet said angel/demon until later on, after hes given up on his dream of becoming a professional paranormal investigator

(Its a whole thing but thats the short of it)

[meteor752]

The Double Life Kids headcanons 3

A whole lot has happened since the last of these headcanon posts, like, a whole lot. The last post was before the kids even went to the Empires server

So, I thought I’d do one of these again, cause I like making headcanon posts

All the kids except Liana share the same birthday, since Liana spawned as an egg and hatched like, a month later. They wouldn’t usually celebrate their birthdays in anyway, especially after their parents deaths, but when they were separated it became a tradition on both ends to get a cake and blow out their candles, celebrating both them and the ones on the other server, counting down the years until they could see them again. Liana gets a cupcake on hers

Zee (The Lizzie + Skizz child) uses She/He pronouns

Skim uses They/Them

Liana, Jekiv, and Gertrude are girlbosses while Johnny, Novo, and Jassy are boylosers. Wes is somewhere in between

Johnny brought Lily the Warden with him to Empires, and later to Hermitcraft, and then back to Empires. She’s his little sister, and where he goes, she goes

Gertrude bites in her sleep. It’s not always aggressive, usually it’s just lil love bites, but if she’s having a particularly vivid dream or is very stressed out, then she can leave pretty extreme chomps. It’s usually just her pillow or blanket, but sometimes Novo falls victim to her sleep biting. He doesn’t mind

Johnny hates using a bed to sleep, and exclusively sleeps in a hammock.

Through trial and error, and many years of work, Wes, together with Jassy, BDubs and one of his many steeds, managed to overcome his fear of horses. He even got his own, an Ardennais named Dweller

Jekiv also got his own horse, but instead of breeding one he kinda, made one. Virgil was his first successful resurrection, that didn’t just crumble into dust immediately. He’s not very friendly and struggles with obeying him, but he’s (mostly) fully alive which is all that really counts

fWhip was the one who made Liana’s prosthetic, and Doc later made improvements to it so it would hold better and be more comfortable. She has many stickers on it, just for funsies

In the good ending, where the kids all got a happy ending together, Gertrude and Jekiv were finally able to meet their other dads. Jek was thrilled to get another chance to bond with his dad, and Gert was just happy to have her dad back

Jassy also got to reunite with her little brother, Hermes

Johnny is very face blind. It usually isn’t a problem since everyone around him dresses and look very distinctively, but in Empires where everyone he knows wore entirely different outfits in varying aesthetics, he struggled a lot. It just became a habit of the kids that if you wore something different than you usually wore around him, you’d immediately tell him who you are and let him inspect you for a bit

Wes has little control over his volume. It’s kinda strange for him, as he doesn’t really take notice of it himself. When talking to him, he can go from almost whispering to straight up yelling without even realizing it. The rest of the kids are used to it, but it’s usually a surprise to any new people

Liana drinks exclusively expensive whiskey, Jassy loves tequila, Novo is a huge fan of cheap wine, Gertrude likes rum cocktails, Jekiv drinks straight Vodka, Wes sticks to cider, and Johnny makes his own moonshine. Drink nights are a mess

Speaking of which, Liana is the messiest drunk to every messy. She has absolutely zero filter, and for some reason loves to spit out random pretty miserable and dark facts that she’s read about. She tends to clonk out after like two hours though, so it’s just to put up with it

Nobody ever calls Johnny Johnathan. Nobody, except Keralis

Liana and Jassy’s first wedding was less because of love and devotions, and more because they were 14 years into life on the double life server and everyone was fucking miserable, so they thought an event could help cheer people it. It did, but like barely

This is why they remarried, to have an honest chance to express their love for each other. Also an excuse to wear fancy clothes

Jekiv and Wes, in the good ending, got married shortly after reuniting with each other on their new server. It was a very quaint ceremony, but still lovely

Gertrude and Novo are still waiting for the other to propose, and they will just keep on waiting

Also, since this will be posted on the two year anniversary of my first ever post about the kids, I thought I’d share some scrapped ideas and other bts stuff. It’s not a lot since I’m one person using Hero Forge and posting stuff on Tumblr, but there’s some things lol

Jassy was first meant to be a set of twins. It was scrapped for many reasons, one of them being the “one child per couple”, but when I was still working on their first designs I had two wips. The original idea was that one of them was going to take inspiration from some other Naruto character, I think Hinata is who I settled for, and the other was going to have more of a fantasy vibe, to fit the theme of Shrek. This was another reason this was scrapped lol, but for a short while the idea of twin sisters Hinata and Princess Fiona excited

The kids were originally going to go to Hermitcraft. This was before we knew the portal led to Empires, so I was planning of having them enter the portal and exit in Grians base. The main reason this got scrapped was of course that we found out that the portal led to Empires, but also because I knew next to nothing about the Ren The King storyline during season nine, which I was planning to have be a big part of it, with Gertrude and Liana taking center stage as the main characters

To piggy back of the last one, I was planning to make a part two to Logbook, Jekiv’s fic where he wrote journal entries throughout their 20 year stay at the Double Life series. The premise of the sequel was that Liana was to have found the journal before he left it behind, and that she was going to keep on writing in it during their time on Hermitcraft. I even started a rough first draft of it, but as the Hermitcraft storyline was scrapped, so was the journal entry sequel.

Novo and Jekiv are both based off of dnd characters I’ve used in the past, a Bard who can’t play any instruments, and a character who picked up and slowly mastered necromancy halfway through a campaign. It wasn’t planned at the beginning, but it felt fun to pay homage to it, even if I would be the only one who understood the reference.

Some scrapped design ideas is that Liana was gonna be part Vex (Scrapped because it was too messy), Novo was gonna have more of a purple shade in his hair (Scrapped because it didn’t look right, but his signature colour is still purple), Johnny was gonna have a blue fire motif (Scrapped because I like the red fire vibe more, fit him better), Jekiv was gonna have red hair (Scrapped because he just looked exactly like Cleo that way), and Jassy was gonna be entirely green (Scrapped because it looked weird and didn’t fully fit since Joel isn’t green and like no one designs him like that, she does still have some green to her tho).

I mentioned this in a previous post but Liana went through many names before I settled on Liana (The first one I came up with lol, it just stuck). These names (Sharina Ace Sage Aurelia Francesca Octavia Monroe) along with Xelqua and Jellie became her middle names

Not a fucking day goes by where I don’t regret having Jassy constantly change her hairstyle. I painted myself into a corner for that one, and by god am I suffering

And, as a final little thing to celebrate my two year anniversary of not knowing peace because of these fucking kids, I thought I’d show you all a little comparison of the first ever hero forge design I made of the kids, and the most recent one, both to show how they’ve grown but also how I’ve gotten better at using the site lol

Ah, my babies

The funny thing is, that while yes they have changed and evolved over these two years, they canonically have not grown at all lol

Anyways, happy two year anniversary kids

[catrablogsstuff]

At the desk in the government office, a highly augmented lady sat. Across from her, someone neither man nor woman, though certainly human, with a gender along the lines of paper-pusher. (By its choice, of course. It was a union member, and the paper-pusher's union was the strongest of all.)

"Hello, Miss...hm, it seems your name isn't appearing in the system. Could you identify yourself?"

"Onyx One. My paperwork likely lists me as Jane Dough, D-O-U-G-H. Formerly Johnathan Richards if you must search back that far."

The paper-pusher typed on its keyboard, searching for the ancient document. "Hm. It seems there is an Error. Jane Dough is dead, as of last week."

"No error, I'm afraid. My diagnostic software told me the same thing, at 17:53 Tuesday Evening. It seems that I've picked up so many augments over my 140 years of life that I've outlived my own death. Biological death, that is."

A few more keystrokes. "Unfortunately, I'm unsure of the proper procedure, but I'm certain we can get you squared away, Onyx. Unfortunately, I doubt you'll be able to remain legally human, but I suspect you've learned as much already, given the legal requirements for undergoing such extensive augmentation. Are you seeking to be classified under any particular designation?"

"Hm, I always have enjoyed the designation of Psyche-Based Cadaver Android."

A few more taps on the keyboard, and a quick skimming of the page by the paper pusher, then it announced it's findings. "That should do quite nicely, Onyx. If you have no objections, I can print out the requisite paperwork, and you can be on your way in just a few minutes. Anything else?"

"No, that should do it for today."

"Alright then, if you'll wait right there, I'll be back shortly!"

Over the years of extensive cybernetic augmentation you installed various artificial alternatives to your organs and even added some implants to your brain. You’ve just been informed that your organic components have all been dead since last week.

[vaguelyrotten]

To Hell With the Consequences - Chapter 6

Alec Lightwood knows danger - as the son of a prominent criminal family, it's something he's intimately familiar with. However, a chance encounter at a club proves that there's more out there than he was originally aware and he finds himself suddenly thrust into a world where All The Legends Are True.

 A month passed and Alec’s work with Johnathan and Valentine continued. They’d managed to get their hands on eleven coins thus far - all locked in a vault guarded by the best security team money could buy until they were ready to proceed with the ritual to release the fallen angels inside. All but the two that Valentine and his son were currently utlizing. Alec had learned a lot about the beings that the two men were in partnership with since that very first day. Anduriel was cold and calculating, and was the driving force behind most of their plans on retrieving the coins. The small amount of power that he allowed Valentine, allowed the man to control the shadows. More than one time Alec had studied his own, wondering if some intangible spy had been tagging along with him. Did that shadow look slightly misshapen? Too dark? Did it move on it’s own? The fact that he couldn’t trust something so simple was starting to drive Alec a little mad. 

On the other hand, while Magog had the sheer strength and the same darkness fueling his action, he’d learned that the angel in the coin that Johnathan possessed wasn’t as cunning as the one his father had. Clear and simple, Magog was a bruiser - he wasn’t devising any sort of plans or scheming behind anyone’s back. He simply did as Anduriel ordered, and that was likely the reason that Valentine had chosen that particular coin for his son. He had learned that the man didn’t trust Johnathan a single bit. That was one of the reasons that Alec had been brought into the fold - to help keep Johnathan in line when his father sent him into the field. 

They’d returned home last night from another successful job. Not only did they locate a coin in the middle of nowhere, Russia, they’d also managed to get their hands on two old spell books. When they’d brought their finds to Valentine, the man had given them a devilish grin, and informed them that Anduriel would have a use for them once they’d released him from his prison. Alec didn’t want to think about what that meant for the world because he knew that it couldn’t be anything good. 

It became increasingly apparent that what Valentine and his son had set out to do would end up in disaster. With each coin that they retrieved, Alec’s desire to run and hide and get the hell out of Dodge only increased. He tried to walk away early on, deciding that ruining his parent’s partnership with the vile man and facing their ire was far more preferable than releasing Fallen Angels with bad intentions on the world but he’d quickly learned that  that Valentine had cast some kind of spell on him that first day which wasn’t only to keep him from discussing the nature of the job with anyone. It also tied him to Valentine’s cause until the ritual was complete. He’d tried to ask Magnus about a way to remove it on one of the rare occasions he’d actually gotten to visit the man but found the words stuck in his mouth. He was well and truly trapped.

A knock on his door pulled him from his jetlag induced sleep and he tugged on a shirt before answering. One of the guards from the first day — a former Marine with a buzz cut and a scar running down one cheek that he’d learned was named Wade - was waiting for him on the other side. His arms were crossed and his expression was blank and Alec could tell that he’d rather be anywhere but here at the moment. “Boss wants to see you,” he said with a grunt. “He’s in a mood. I’d recommend not taking your time.”

Alec fought the urge to sigh, saying a mental farewell to his plan on trying to sleep off the exhaustion from traveling through an entirely different time zone. He’d been hoping to rest during the day, and hopefully visit Magnus later that night but if Valentine was summoning him this early, he knew that the likelihood of that happening was slim to none. “Alright,” he said, trying his best to keep his frustration from showing in his voice. “I’ll get dressed and be down there in five.”

Wade grunted again as Alec closed the door. He changed out of his sweats and into a pair of black pants, leaving the shirt he’d grabbed off the floor earlier on, and pulled on his boots. He brushed his teeth, ran a hand through his hair in an attempt to tame it, and grabbed his jacket before arming himself in the normal fashion and heading downstairs. He wasn’t sure why Valentine was summoning him but he needed to be prepared in case they were being sent on another retrieval. 

Instead of the conference room Alec was sent to the first day that he’d arrived at the hotel, he was pointed to the restaurant tucked into a corner. He hadn’t seen any other guests since his arrival last month so he could only assume that Valentine’s buyout of the entire hotel would last as long as he remained in residence. His employer was sitting alone at a table in the center of the room. His son was oddly nowhere to be seen. 

“Ah, Mr. Lightwood,” Valentine said when he noticed that Alec had arrived. “Please, take a seat. I’ve taken the liberty of ordering breakfast for the two of us. I know you must be hungry after your adventure in Seoul yesterday.”

Alec was in fact starving but his body craved rest more than it did food at the moment. Still, he couldn’t deny that the spread on the table looked delicious. He’d never been a fan of Eggs Benedict before but the sight of the plate at the empty chair he knew was meant for him had his mouth watering. “Thank you, Sir. I appreciate the thought.”

Valentine hummed and the two focused on their meal. The longer the silence stretched between them, the more nervous Alec got. This meeting was unlike any of the others he’d had with the man since he’d come to work for him. Something was different, and Alec knew that the change in routine couldn’t mean anything good. 

“You are likely wondering why I’ve summoned you here today and why my son isn’t joining us,” Valentine said when they were both finished eating and the waiter had taken away their plates, finally putting Alec’s growing unease to bed.

“Do we have another job?” He asked, trying to get to the point as quickly as possible. “I thought the coin in South Korea was the last one whose whereabouts were known. Were you able to locate another?”

“There is another job,” Valentine agreed. “But this is one that you’ll be going on alone. This requires a little more tact than my son is able to muster. You have a greater chance of success if you handle this one alone, and as this particular venture is of the upmost importance, I would rather not take the risk of Johnathan getting in your way.”

The dread that had started to fade returned full force, and Alec tried not to let the hesitation and worry show on his face. “We’ve got nearly everything we need to start the ritual to free the Order from their prisons…everything, that is, except for the final piece of the puzzle, one of the three swords belonging to the Knights of the Cross.”

Despite what Valentine may have thought, this was not the first time that Alec had heard of the Knights. Magnus had told him all about them during their brief conversations, and even offered to introduce him to his friend Ragnor, though Alec’s eclectic schedule and the Knight’s aversion to cell phones had made that meeting nearly impossible to get on the books. He had a feeling, however, that Valentine’s opinions on the purpose of the Knights was going to be much different than the one that his boyfriend had explained to him. 

“When the Angels who imprisoned the order had completed their jobs here on the mortal plane, they knew that they needed to leave their followers with a way to ensure that the coins were not only kept safe but the prisoners inside of them did not escape. They chose a few of their most loyal sheep and produced three blades that were infused with a tiny sliver of their angelic magic. These holy blades are the only source of true heavenly power anywhere on Earth and as it was that magic that locked the Order away, it will be that same magic that will free them.”

A wolfish grin spread across Valentine’s face as one of his guards handed him a folder that had been tucked under the man’s arm. “There are three Knights of the Cross — Lorenzo Rey in Spain who is currently in possession of the sword Fidelacchius, Jem Carstairs in London has the one named Esperacchius, and Ragnor Fell who calls the city of New York his home. He wields the blade by the name of Amoracchius.”

The final threads of Valentine’s plan slowly began to fall into place in front of Alec’s eyes. He realized that the man hadn’t chosen to return to New York just because he knew that he could use Alec’s parents to help him get what he wanted. That may have been a factor, sure, but the real reason he’d come to New York was because it was one of the three places on Earth that had the key to freeing the Denarians, and it happened to belong to the man that Alec’s boyfriend called one of his best friends. 

Alec began to panic as he glanced at the images in front of him — Spanish man with a glowing katana in his hand and a focused look on his face, another man wearing a purple velvet suit wielding a calvary saber, and the final image of the man that he could only guess was Magnus’ friend Ragnor based on the skyline behind him. He was dressed like a college professor, and held a broadsword in one hand that looked like it had come right out of one of those fantasy movies Simon always tried to get them to watch.

“Your job is simple,” Valentine said, and Alec could feel the power gathering in the room as the shadows began to manifest behind him. “Obtain the sword owned by Ragnor Fell. He may look like an old man but the Knights aren’t without their own strengths. He will not go down easily, especially since they are aware of our work in recovering the coins. We will only have one shot at completing this ritual, and we cannot afford for you to fail on this particular mission. I have a gift for you - one that will help you complete your task.”

He reached into his jacket pocket and took out a small leather pouch. Alec didn’t need to guess at what it contained as it’s contents were dumped onto the table, and he found himself face to face with one of the coins that they’d recovered. “The Denarian trapped within goes by the name of Thorned Namshiel. He’s the Sorcerer of the Order and the most skilled in wielding the Fallen’s corrupted Angelic magic. With his help, collecting Amoracchius from Ragnor Fell should be a simple feat.”

Alec’s eyes widened and his heart began to beat wildly out of his chest. He had seen what the coins had done to Valentine and Johnathan, and he didn’t want to suffer a similar fate. Yes, they did give them power that mortal men couldn’t comprehend but they’d also lost a bit of themselves. The more time that Alec had spent around the two men, the clearer it became that it was not Valentine calling the shots despite what he may think. 

This time, the man across the table noticed his hesitation. “Take the coin, Lightwood,” he ordered, and Alec felt the spell that had been cast on him that first day tightening it’s grip. “I never would have expected such loyalty from a member of your family — Maryse and Robert have only ever cared about themselves despite whatever they may try to say but you’ve proven yourself, Alec. Once the ritual is complete and we release the Denarians from their prisons, I would like you to consider leaving your parents orginzation and joining mine. There is a place for you within my inner circle, and I believe that together we can usher in a new age of mankind.”

“That is very kind of you to offer, Sir,” Alec replied, trying to keep his voice steady even as began to inwardly panic. He didn’t want to join Valentine’s business because if he did, he knew that he’d become just a shell of the man he was today. If he left with Valentine (and he knew his parents would want him to take the man up on his offer if they were made aware of it because they’d like nothing more than to get back in his good graces), he’d have to leave everything he knew and loved behind. He’d have to leave Jace and Izzy behind, and hope that his parents loved their remaining children enough to not sell their services or put them into danger like they did with Alec.

He’d have to leave behind the familiarity of the Lightwood family business. As much as he disagreed with what his parents did and wished he could simply walk away from it all and lead a quiet, normal life, like someone who doesn’t regularly sink the bodies of people who upset his parents to the bottom of the Hudson River, at least Alec knew what to expect from the orders Maryse and Robert gave him. And while the Lightwoods weren’t good people, at least their morals remained on the lighter side of gray. Alec knew that they’d never ask him to kill an innocent person to teach someone who had wronged them a lesson but Valentine was a different story. Even during his temporary employment with the vile man, he’d been asked to do things that would haunt him for the rest of his days. If he moved permanently into Morgenstern’s operation, what was expected from Alec would only get increasingly worse.

And, of course, if Alec joined with Valentine, it would mean leaving Magnus, and his new relationship with the Warlock behind. He’d yet to figure out where in the world the man and his son called home, but he knew it was far from New York if he hadn’t crossed paths with Maryse and Robert until his temporary return to the city. Because of how busy he’d been with retrieving the coins, he’d barely been able to spend any time with the man he’d started to care for. Alec was looking forward to getting to know Magnus on a much more intimate level when this job was done, and warlock magic or not, he wouldn’t be able to do that if he had to move halfway across the world.

“The coin, Alexander,” Valentine ordered again. “This is a great opportunity I’m giving you. Please don’t make me regret it.”

He tried to resist but the order he’d been given was moving his body forward. His fingers brushed the coin and his hand closed around the warm metal. A chill went through his mind and Alec felt an unfamiliar presence at the edges of his consciousness. “Alexander Gideon Lightwood,” a voice that was not his own whispered inside of his head. “I have waited many years for a host worthy of the gifts I have to share. We will accomplish great things during our time together, I am sure of it.”

‘Never,’ Alec tried to think at the creature who had taken up residency in his mind. ‘I don’t want this. I don’t want to be a part of this. I don’t believe what Valentine is preaching. I don’t believe that you and your kin should be freed from your prisons. I believe the Angels trapped you for a reason and I don’t want to live in a world where I’m forced to find out why.’

“Little one, do not try and fight,” Thorned Namshiel replied to Alec’s attempts to block him. “This will happen whether you want it to or not. We do not need to be partners when I can take what I want, and leave you as nothing more than witness to the great things we can accomplish with me at the helm. We are about to change the world, you and I. All you need to do is hold on and try to enjoy the ride.”

There was a sharp tug in his head like the carpet had been pulled out from underneath him that left Alec reeling. As his consciousness struggled to find which way was up, he felt that presence push itself forward, and it was suddenly like a window was closed and locked between Alec and his body. He tried to fight for control but he quickly realized that struggling got him nowhere. Whatever Thorned Namshiel had done, Alec was simply a passenger. 

Valentine’s eyes went that startling shade of black that they did when Anduriel took control and Alec felt his own body twisting into something new. His skin went leathery and gray and he felt himself grow taller. His fingers became talons and his teeth lengthed. He knew there were other changes but trapped as he was, Alec could not see what else had occurred.

“Brother,” Valentine growled in the deep voice that belonged to the Fallen Angel that shared his mind. “It is good to see you once more.”

“It is good to be seen,” Alec’s own body replied with a voice that belonged to Thorned Namshiel. 

“Soon that will be an issue no longer. Go,” Anduriel ordered and Alec’s body fought to comply to the order despite it’s guests presence. “Retrieve the sword, let us take care of this once and for all.”

[miwsolovely]

—BROKEN PIANO KEYS.

combat medic!reader getting the brunt of gaz’s death + price who breaks. based on mito’s post !!

tw: heavy grief, character death.

it wasn’t raining.

on days like these, days where people are mourned and remembered, where people regret and forgive, it’s supposed to be sad.

it’s supposed to be sad, so why is the sun shining? why is the sky clear? where’s the bitter, dewy smell of the rain on the plants?

Why are the flowers blossoming on such a dreary day?

you thought the setting was bad, thought the world hated you with how the skies were free of dark clouds and droopy leaves, but when the 21-gun salute started, your knees buckled and your body started shaking; you want to go home.

home where you used to lay on the couch together, home where you used to cook meals together, home where his scent still lingers on the furniture, his clothes, his pillow. it was still there, his tantalizing scent, comforting you during the hard days where you can barely close your eyes, but tormenting you every day with what you lost.

each fire of their guns made you flinch, made you dig your nails into your palm until they bled, made you sink your teeth in your chapped lips until you tasted iron.

only when you looked down at your hands, seeing the blood trail out of the crescent marks you created and spread out on your palmar flexion creases like art, the trail of blood leading from your mouth splattering on your open palm and staining the dry grass, that you realized where you are.

you’re at a funeral, his funeral.

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick, a sergeant in the 141, your friend, your best friend, the man you found yourself falling for day by day. he’s gone.

if you’d have gotten there sooner, if you’d have—

the whiplike shots of the guns shake you out of your reverie.

but they also send you into a more poisonous one.

one where you see him. see his face covered in blood, his beautiful face, stained by the blood of enemies.

we get dirty and the world stays clean.

but he didn’t need to. he didn't need to get dirty to keep the world clean. he was the only one who had a clear mindset in the darkest times, who had stayed by you when your sheets would stick to your skin and your mind had been plagued by the cloying melody of the night.

to you, the world needed him to stay clean.

they needed him in the way he'd anyways go out of his way to make sure the elderly were safe after a bad day, who always check up on the kids he'd meet on ops after they went through a traumatic moment,

you needed him in the way he could just be there with you and listen to your hummingbird heart beat into his open palm when you’d lie in bed together.

you remember, his ebony hair that is, was, a rich dark brown, that always seemed to verge on black; it always reminded you of the grand piano he has.

. . . Had.

his voice was always so soft, just like the word ebony itself has a pleasing, melodic sound when it's spoken, his name, not his callsign, instead, the name given to him by his mother who has equally as shiny hair and skin;

Kyle. your kyle, your love. your everything.

though you were going through one of the worst throes since your late parents, though your grief was present in your breath, though the wail you let out scratched your throat like knives; others were going through the agonizing pain of loss.

others like johnny whose tear stained sketchbook is filled with kyle’s last moments smiling, where he was petting a stray cat on the outskirts of the battlefield a few weeks ago.

others like simon who can’t walk to his room without feeling his eyes sting and heart crumble; kyle’s room exactly across from his, with bouquets and letters and everything that screams Kyle blocking someone from entering.

others like johnathan.

johnathan, who can’t drink his tea without feeling like somethings wrong. kyle would make him tea early in the morning with his own special touch. though he’d never told price what it was.

johnathan, who finds himself gently moving the gifts left in front of kyle’s door and quietly moving inside after opening the door.

johnathan, whose tears come fast when he sees your sleeping body laying on his bed, tears flowing free even in your sleep.

johnathan, who gently wakes you up and guides you to the bathroom so you can wash up and get something to eat.

“kyle wouldn’t want this for you doe.”

johnathan, who after you wash up and after johnny drives you to a nearby diner, stands alone in kyle’s room.

johnathan, who falls to his knees and lets out a deep wail that comes from the hearth of his sorrow.

johnathan, whose tears cascaded down his face like a relentless waterfall, each droplet a testament to the profound sorrow that had hollowed out his heart.

johnathan, whose sobs echoed through the empty room, a symphony of despair that reverberated against the walls and seeped into the very air he breathed inside this grave of a room.

johnathan, whose grief seemed to bend him, much like how he saw you curled in fetal position, his shoulders were hunched as if carrying the burden of a thousand heartaches; his team’s heartaches, your heartache. his own headache that weighed the weight of the world ten times over.

johnathan, whose eyes, windows to a soul shattered by loss, glistened with the raw, unfiltered emotion of a man who had been stripped of all pretense.

johnathan, who, in that moment, he was the embodiment of human fragility, a poignant reminder of the universal capacity for suffering.

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