#kole answers

[temeyes]

I want to kick mw2 Shepherd so bad... Maybe Graves too, but not so much.

same, bud.

[crimsonbubble]

i have things to say.

good lord lucy why must you do this to me rn

he's got such a dad vibe it's making me dizzy

[mistcoveredmirrors]

ooc; reading over your reblogs, you're so kind,, thank you so, so much 💫💛

- lumi 🌧

yeah! i love your stuff, you ocs and fan content is always really cool to see

[soullesscinders]

speaking of guys with southern accents, are there irl guys in the US that really resemble phillip graves?

i- honestly, i don't know how to answer this?

uhhhhh warren kole? idk man. blonde men with shitty attitudes and southern accents are a dime a dozen below the mason-dixon.

[spidrstar]

HE AINT SHIT pt 2.

★ pairings: aged up e!42 miles!morales × latina! reader

★ slowburn? characters are 18+ in this story they're in their mid twenties.

★ warnings: as i write this story some parts will be slightly suggestive, if that bothers u dni..

★ a/n: now THIS, this one i put a lot of effort into ☠️ 3k words long.. btw i already had most of chap 2 written out so i will not be putting this series on hold but i won’t be having a schedule bc i know i wont follow it. Again sorry for the hold up y’all my motivation went poof ily and lmk what y’all think abt this chap. sorry not sorry for the cliffhanger 😊

★ p.s i'll be adding a link to a playlist i made that you could listen to when reading abt miles Imk what y'all think.

★ summary: You end up going to your ‘apology date’ and things go south. You wanted to spend your time eating snacks when angry but ran out, so you left and went straight to the market then you met someone unexpected.

★ previous, part 3

mwah

“…almost fell in love with you

After the club last night.”

- lovely : sonder

With groggy eyes, you found yourself zoning out, you had woken up 20 minutes ago because you were hungry. You had the worst headache ever, and all the memories from last night flooding into your head wasn’t helping either.

‘I don’t know what I was thinking, giving him my phone. Whatever, I just won’t text him.’

You stretched and yawned once again shutting off the music you fell asleep to, getting up standing in front of your mirror you noticed you had the same clothes on from last night. The sight of yourself made you sigh in exhaustion, you looked like a disaster and didn’t have energy to get all pretty today.

You lifted your dress off of yourself and sat back down on your bed in the set you had bought specially for your date that failed last night. The thought, only making you wince with closed eyes, you remembered yourself falling into bed as soon as you got home crying yourself to sleep with music playing to help. You sighed and went on your phone, you realized you never answered Kole and you wanted to keep it that way ‘til later.

You weren’t in the mood to deal with him especially after what he pulled last night. Honestly, you didn’t really care if you both went the whole day without talking to each other. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t losing feelings for him, sure you’d been together for 6 months and duh you loved him he’s your boyfriend.. you just.. weren’t sure you loved him as much as you did before. Kole rarely did anything special, he stopped giving you sweet things ‘just because’ he didn’t compliment you as if he was still trying to get with you.

None of that.

He acted as if his goal was to just get with you, not keep you happy, not love you, not make you feel special, just get with you. You started noticing it on your 3rd month anniversary. All he did was buy you flowers, no date no nothing. Only reason you hadn’t left him is because you just felt as if you couldn’t. He had been there for you during all your darkest moments, you felt like you needed him in your life. You felt glued to him and if you were to unstick even just a little bit, he made sure he stuck you back to him.

Scrolling through your other notifications you find nothing interesting and upon turning it off, that’s when an incoming call pops up on your screen. You mentally sighed preparing yourself for the incoming argument awaiting to happen.

It was Kole.

It was 2:34 pm and he wanted to call you now? Scoffing before picking up the call, you already felt yourself getting angry.

“Qué quieres ahora, Kole.” 5 seconds of silence seemed to be enough for him before he finally spoke up.

“Listen, baby, I know I fucked up by not showing up yesterday but I had things going on and—“

You didn’t even let him finish before you snapped, this made you laugh. “I don’t even wanna hear it, Kole. All I'm getting from this is that anything is more important to you than our relationship.” You closed your eyes and laid your face into the palm your hand waiting to hear what excuse he had for you this time.

“Nonono, baby listen I promise it’s nothing like that I was just chillin’ with the guys while I was waiting for you to get off work and I fell asleep watching a game and—“

“Don’t- No puedo mas, don’t even finish. Kole, I'm fed up.” here we go, you had to stand up for what you were about to say already feeling yourself tense up at the anger you were feeling.

“You know, I made sure I asked for a day off tomorrow thinking we were gonna have the best night of our lives like you had promised. Do you know how much effort I put into getting ready yesterday? You never think about anything but yourself. I made sure to buy new clothes just for you, and here you are telling me you were too busy watching games with your friends while I spent more than 2 hours preparing for our date? Are you fucking serious right now?”

You couldn’t believe what he was saying and the silence on the other line was more than enough confirmation for you to continue speaking, you let out a short laugh, tears already forming from the anger you felt. “This just goes to show how little I mean to you. I cried, Kole. I cried over and over again last night because of you.”

Kole knew he had hurt you, never in your whole 6 months of dating him had you gotten so frustrated to the point where your voice started shaking. He knew he messed up, and bad. The silence on the other line only hurt you more, your response only being a couple of sniffles.

You heard him sigh preparing to speak, “Listen baby, I know I messed up. I truly wish I could show you how sorry I am. I never meant to make you feel this way and you know I would never do this to you on purpose, I—I’ve just honestly been so stressed and wanted to let loose with the guys. We drank a bit and I got sleepy, and I know—I know that is not a good enough excuse to not show up. And I could've at least left you a text. I know that. I just—..I swear this time I'll make it up to you, Y/n.”

You frowned and sighed. As much as you really wanted to forgive him and just ‘go back to normal’ you’ve been letting this slide too many times. You knew all the times he had given you a speech almost exactly the same as this one, he was bullshitting you. You remember it clear as day, when you found multiple dating apps downloaded on his phone he gave you the most shitiest apology. He never really meant it; he just wanted to make sure you were stuck and didn’t leave him.

“I don’t know, Kole. I really don’t know what to think of this anymore—“

“Y/n, please. I know I messed up, just give me a chance to make it up to you.”

You sat there really considering it, and you came to a conclusion that if he really messed it up this time then that would be the end of this relationship. “Alright Kole, fine. Pero te lo juro if you mess this up we’re done.”

“Thank you, thank you. I love you so much baby and I promise I won't mess up. Meet me at our favorite coffee shop at 4.” and with that he hung up.

You had lost almost all your faith in your relationship, so you figured today you weren’t going to put in much effort since you just wanted to enjoy your day off in bed. You stood up from your bed again and grabbed your towel heading to your shower.

It was 3:17 pm and you had only just started putting on clean undergarments, you knew by the time you left you would be there late but at this point that was the least of your worries. You sat in front of your vanity doing your skincare routine when you noticed a dark spot on your neck, wondering what it was you looked closely.

A hickey.

You gasped grabbing your makeup sponge and some foundation trying to conceal it so your boyfriend doesn’t think of anything. But to no avail, you failed. It was still pretty visible. This is the moment when you really started panicking, you got up from your desk rummaging through your drawers searching for a turtle neck and when you found one you sighed in relief. You thought for a second letting your heart beat slow down.

‘Miles, ese estupido.’

You put the turtle neck on along with some sweatpants, slipped on your uggs and fixed up your hair only slightly since you had slept with a bonnet on. It had just hit 3:34 pm and you still weren’t ready, a few pumps of your bath and body works perfume and you got straight to your makeup. Sure you weren’t going to put in much effort, but you still wanted to wear just a bit of mascara.

You got up from your desk, grabbed your keys and let Kole know that you were on your way.

As you made your way out the building it hit 3:56 pm, still no text back from Kole. You weren’t surprised to say the least. To pass some time you decided to walk, and since the coffee shop wasn’t far. You also didn’t want to lose your parking. You slipped on your earbuds listening to some music on your way there.

Self Love; Metro Boomin & Coi Leray.

“came to the city for the love

got her hurtin’ now”

By the time you got to the coffee shop it was 4:08 pm, Kole hadn’t texted you back nor was he inside. You stepped in the shop and got in line wanting to order a snack so you wouldn’t starve while waiting. You chose your favorite, a glazed donut with some hot chocolate. You decided to pick a warm snack since it had gotten a bit windy outside.

You got your order and sat at your usual spot in the corner, taking a bite out of your donut. You decided to go on instagram to cure your boredom. You opened the app and clicked on the explore page button, you watched a few reels and quickly got bored again, swiping to the right again trying to find something interesting you stumbled across a post with more than 4k likes. You hummed in amusement scrolling through the pictures.

Pressing onto their page you realized who it was, Miles. Intrigued you stalked his page, all his posts having more than 2k likes. You observed them closely, and you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t insanely attractive. You paused annoyingly remembering that you were still in a relationship and that you were mad at him for leaving a hickey on you. You glanced at the time again and it was 4:23 pm. You sighed, and got a notification from your weather app stating that there was going to be a crazy rain storm happening in about an hour.

‘Seriously? The one day I decided not to wear a sweater.’

As if on cue kole barged into the coffee shop in a hurry to see you.

You looked up at him with a dull look on your face, “Hi baby, I'm sorry there was traffic and I forgot my keys inside—“ Interrupting him you loudly sipped on your hot chocolate, signaling him to shut up with his excuses already. He sighed in defeat and sat down, “Well it doesn’t matter, you’re here now aren’t you?”

You flashed him a fake smile and you placed your cup down on the table and cleared your throat not sure what to talk about, “Sooo.. you gonna order anything or?”

“Oh, right. Do you want anything, love?” Slightly cringing at the nickname he gave you, “Yea another glazed donut would be nice.” And with that he headed towards the cash register ready to order, you took this as a chance to hop back onto your phone and look through Miles’ instagram posts.

You thought for a second, and pressed onto the ‘follow’ button. Disregarding the fact that you were still with Kole you exited out of the app.

‘Oh well, he follows many girls anyway and it’s not like we’re going to see each other again, especially after what he did.’

Kole came back with your glazed donut, he sat down and tried his best to make interesting conversation and most of the time you gave dry responses because he was just so.. how do you put it?——Boring. Usually it wasn’t this hard to catch your attention and have you entertained, but you genuinely wanted to leave.

“So yea, the game yesterday was awesome and oh! Max almost threw up because he ate 3 full boxes of pizza, can you believe that?! It’s crazy.”

You stared off across the cafe, so clearly uninterested and done with Kole. “Out of all the things to talk about, you chose to talk about what you were doing while I was waiting for you at the restaurant.” You rolled your eyes at him.

“Oh cmon, don’t do that. The whole point of today was for me to make it up to you and you’re making it difficult.” He pouted, and this only had you feeling even angrier.

“Yeah well, it’s hard not to when you’ve done this four times already.”

He sighed and as he was about to speak that’s when both of your phones vibrated against the wooden table, you turned your attention to his screen first.

Incoming call from Madison.

“I-I gotta go babe. I promised my friend I would help her move into her new place. ” He then placed a kiss on your cheek quickly and rushed out. You sat there in disbelief as to what had just happened.

‘So not only did he show up late to his little apology date, he also ditched me for some other girl.’

You scoffed and stood up from your seat angrily deciding you were finally going to break up with him. You stared at the screen of your phone acknowledging what your notification was, Miles had followed you back. You ignored it, not thinking anything of it.

You angrily walked down the street and headed to the supermarket before going home to distract yourself, you needed to get some stuff for the house anyway.

Only two blocks away from the supermarket you started feeling a few small rain drops on your cheeks.

‘Great, now I'm gonna be soaking wet. Could this day genuinely get any worse?’

You quickly rushed into the supermarket a bit damp and grabbed a shopping basket to your left.

You head towards the snack aisle remembering you had finished your last tub of ice cream last Friday. You scanned through the aisle looking for more options and as you were slowly walking sideways squinting your eyes you bumped into someone.

“Oh- I’m so sorry i wasn’t watching where i was goin-“

Before you finished you managed to turn around and see who the person was, as if the smell of his husky cologne wasn’t an obvious giveaway.

It was Miles.

“We meet again, hermosa.” He grinned at you in amusement, eyeing you down and of course, he still looked as beautiful as when you first saw him, nothing new. You rolled your eyes mentally and just stared at him wanting to take the ‘sorry’ right back.

“Never mind, excuse me.” You tried to walk right past him trying not to acknowledge his existence. “Wow really? It’s like that now?” He asked with hurt in his voice sarcastically, you shut your eyes and sucked in a deep breath. Dealing with Miles was the last thing you needed right now, especially after your little fiasco with Kole.

“Miles. Quítate del miedo o te quito yo.”

You spoke seriously without making eye contact, this only made him feel like teasing you more. The way you spoke to him in Spanish angrily made him smirk. “Cmon amor, what’s with the attitude? You weren’t like this last night.”

His snarky remark only irked you more, which finally caused you to look up at him. “Yeah well, this is what happens when you think it’s funny to leave hickies on me knowing I have a boyfriend.” You snapped at him and he chuckled lightly lifting your chin up to look at you directly. “You enjoyed it, what's the problem mami? You followed me on instagram too, so I know you were thinking about me, why the sudden change?” He smirked.

His voice so close to you sent shivers down your spine, you felt your body react to his touch and his voice so you quickly swatted his hand away, you clutched your shopping basket and moved past him. “Whatever, and that was a mistake, I'm unfollowing you later.”

He smirked as you walked away, you could feel his gaze on your back and you felt vulnerable, like he was a predator and you, his prey. You reached the cash register with him still following behind, you decided to speak up to try and get him to back off. “Will you quit following me everywhere?” You turned to face him, annoyance written all over your face.

“I’m tryna pay ma, not doin’ it on purpose.” He grinned at your reaction and you just wanted to oh so badly smack that beautiful grin off of his face. “Yeah? Well you could’ve chosen any other cash register, whys the one i went to your choice.” The cashier finished ringing you up and your total came to $23.47, you rummaged through your wallet and paid $20 you soon realized you didn’t have enough and mentally cursed at yourself for being so reckless.

You remember thinking before you left the house that it was best to not take much money since you were only going to the coffee shop, that decision only came back to bite on your ass. You cleared your throat nervously not knowing how to explain.

“I’m sorry.. I uh- I’m missing $4.” You laughed nervously trying to rummage through your wallet once more seeing if you could find at least three or two dollars. Miles noticed this while being behind you. You soon see out of your peripheral vision that he slid $5 to the cashier, you turned to look at him with a look that said. ‘You’re annoying, but thanks i guess.’

You placed all of your items in a bag and walked to the exit hoping Miles would stay behind, but of course since your day already sucked why not make it suck even more? He was right behind you. Pretty soon, that was the least of your concerns once you noticed that it was pouring outside. You groaned in distress palming your face and made terms with the fact that you had to walk in the rain.

You were about to step out until Miles caught on and stopped you. “Woah woah, what are you doing?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow. You looked at him as if he was wearing a red clown nose and a wig in confusement.

“Uh.. trying to walk home? What does it look like.” He matched your energy and came right back at you with a smart tone. “To me, it looks like you’re just tryna catch a cold.” You mocked him and soon noticed he was taking off his jacket while speaking. You had a confused look on your face when he placed it over you.

“What are you doing?”

“What? You think I’m bouta let you walk out ina rain like that?” He responded with a raised brow.

“Like what?”

“..Nothing.”

You ignored him and looked straight ahead, jogging out the market doors bag of snacks in hand. You groaned slightly looking up at the sky in annoyance because if even possible, the rain seemed to pour down harder. You noticed Miles was still behind you and turned to stare at him, eyeing him weirdly you then noticed how good he looked even when dripping wet in the rain. His black tee soaking wet, braids fucked up he stared at you through wet eyelashes.

“Miles, why are you still following me? I'm literally going home. Ya vete y déjame en paz, dios mío.”

“Look, I'm sorry, okay? I get it you’re mad but just let me at least walk you home. You don’t even gotta go on that date with me either, I’ll leave you completely alone afterwards. Promise. ”

You both stood in the rain staring at each other for a second before you felt sympathy for him, you felt bad for the way you came at him. Yeah, he left marks even when he knew you had a boyfriend but it’s not like you didn’t think he was cheating either. You enjoyed it anyway.. So why not cut him some slack? You turned around and continued walking but before you did, you slightly turned your head to the side to speak to him.

“Fine, but I'm not completely declining your ‘date’ offer. If you respect my relationship then maybe I’ll let you take me out. Not on a date, more like us hanging out as friends.”

You felt bad turning him down completely when you had already agreed to meeting with him, so you gave him a chance bonus points for the sad look in his eyes causing you to give into him. Besides, being just friends won’t do any harm to your relationship.. right?

He smiled following right behind you as you both turned a few more blocks, finally reaching your house. You went up the stairs and stood under the roof of the apartment to avoid the water. You stared down at him shivering in his jacket.

“Soo.. where you going now?” You asked curiously trying to fight back the way your teeth hit each other from the way you shivered.

“Probably gonna walk home, don’t live too far.” He shrugged.

You looked at him in disbelief, walking out this late in the rain with how windy it was would probably be enough to give him the flu. You sighed and stared up at the ceiling for a second before staring at him.

“Miles, come on.”

“What?”

“You’re coming in with me.”

He stared at you wide eyed not expecting you to invite him in, after all that begging for him to stay away from you; inviting him inside your home was the least thing he thought would happen but of course he didn’t have a problem with it. All he did was smirk at you and raise his brows as if to say, ‘you bein’ for real right now?’

“You paid for my snacks, lent me your jacket in the rain and walked me home. It’s the least I could do, besides you’ll get really sick if you stay out any longer soaking wet.”

You walked in making your way to the elevator which only left him smiling, standing behind you at the way you were concerned for his health.

You paused then spoke up again, “So? ¿Vas a venir o que?”

He then walked up the stairs to follow behind you into the apartment muttering a low ‘well if you’re offering, might as well.’

Soon, you were left to contemplate if this was a mistake or not.

Because little did you know, this was gonna be a very long night.

★ translations: Que quieres ahora - what do you want now || no puedo más - I can’t anymore || pero te lo juro - but i swear || ese estupido - that idiot || hermosa - beautiful || quítate del medio o te quito yo - get out of the way or I’ll make you get out of the way myself || Amor - love || ya vete y déjame en paz, dios mío - go away and leave me alone, my god || vas a venir o que - are you coming or what

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[the-uraniumverse]

Quick question what's Noahs favourite octonaut and how does he talk to his crushes? I just got a new drawing tablet I have to use it to draw everything ever

NOAH QUESTION SJLFKSDJFS ILY

i genuinely thought this though when i made this so i have an answer to that one, his favorite is currently shellington (he's been trying to get his hands on a shellington plushie and has cried over wanting one) , but he had a childhood crush on captain barnacles and will take that fact with him to the grave nobody must know

andd as for crushes, it really depends on the person ! lets say vera, he is more quiet and listens to her talk as much as she wants, and gets super nervous if he talks.

but kole, he's more chill about it and also listens to him talk a lot, but he writes more poems about kole than vera because he finds kole very... interesting to say the least (green)

and maybe dragon, it's not too noticeable as the rest, and they can just talk together about stuff, music bands or whatever, but since noah is delusional as hell, he just starts thinking he has a chance because he can talk to dragon calmly

anyway thank u for asking i love rambling <33

[bbraespam]

Tag List

Every Beast Boy/Raven Moment in screenshots

If I skipped over an episode, there wasn’t enough interaction to justify a post.

If you're on desktop: Chronological order of (most) everything.

(Protip: On desktop, you can add /chrono after any link to make that tag display in order.)

Onto the list! Beneath the cut:

By Episode/Season

Go!

Season 1 (chronological)

Divide and Conquer

Sisters

Final Exam

Forces of Nature

The Sum of His Parts

Nevermore

Switched

Deep Six

Masks

Mad Mod

Car Trouble

Apprentice (Part 1)

Apprentice (Part 2)

Season 2 (chronological)

How Long Is Forever?

Every Dog Has His Day

Terra

Only Human

Fear Itself

Date With Destiny

Transformation

Titan Rising

Winner Take All

Betrayal

Fractured

Aftershock (Part 1)

Aftershock (Part 2)

Season 3 (chronological)

Deception

X

Betrothed

Crash

Haunted

Spellbound

Revolution

Wavelength

The Beast Within

Can I Keep Him?

Bunny Raven… or… How to Make A Titananimal Disappear

Titans East (Part 1 & 2)

Season 4 (chronological)

Don’t Touch That Dial / Episode 257-494

The Quest

Birthmark

Cyborg the Barbarian

Employee of the Month

Troq

The Prophecy

Stranded

Overdrive

Mother Mae-Eye

The End (Parts 1+2+3)

Season 5 (chronological)

Homecoming (Parts 1+2)

Trust

For Real

Snowblind

Kole

Hide and Seek

Lightspeed

Revved Up

Go!

Calling All Titans

Titans Together

Things Change

By Character

Cyborg

Starfire

Robin

Terra

The Team

Beast Boy and Raven are going to be in basically all of them so let’s not be silly.

etc!

The Mod (answering questions, doing housekeeping)

Bonus Posts! (not shippy but I liked it)

Gold Star Moments (The ‘iconic’ ones)

Sincere Moments (No joking or teasing)

Same Team (Working together)

Personal Space (touching)

Raven smiling

Raven vs Jokes

Beast Boy vs ‘Creepy’

Beast Boy vs Raven’s room

vs Food

The penny

Beast Boy protecting Raven

Raven protecting Beast Boy

Enjoy! 💜💚

[cantsayidont]

Probably unpopular opinions:

YELLOWJACKETS: Engrossing but half-baked Showtime horror-thriller series, obviously inspired by the TV show LOST and the real-life Uruguayan rugby team lost in the Andes in 1972, about a suburban high school girls' soccer team that descends into madness while stranded for two years in the wilderness following a plane crash in the mid-1990s, split between the period leading up to and following the crash, with the characters as teenagers, and the present day, where the rescued survivors are now maladjusted adults struggling to live down what happened to them 25 years earlier.

While the show's dark humor and assorted plot mysteries command attention, it's marred by a growing sense, even in the more tightly written first season, that many of the questions have no actual answers, and the showrunners are basically just winging it — unwise with a series this structurally complicated, and the same mistake that eventually reduced LOST to an extended shaggy-dog joke.

The plot holes really begin to accumulate in the clumsy, badly paced second season, which leaves the capable adult actors struggling to navigate obvious gaps in their characters' histories and interrelationships that the writers haven't yet gotten around to mapping out, and causes what are supposed to be fireworks-laden confrontations to fizzle ineffectually. An initially amusing plotline about the adult Shawna (Melanie Lynskey) trying to cover up a murder with the help of her loyal but useless husband (Warren Kole) and snotty teenage daughter (Sarah Desjardins) eventually reveals itself as a weak imitation knockoff of SANTA CLARITA DIET that doesn't know when to pivot, and the introduction of Elijah Wood as a (ludicrous) hetero love interest for the adult Misty (Christina Ricci) creates an obvious tension between Ricci's decision to play Misty as a closeted lesbian in love with Natalie (Juliette Lewis) and the writers' apparent determination to there-homo the main characters.

However, the biggest problems with YELLOWJACKETS remain the show's ongoing reluctance to make up its mind about whether it's a psychological thriller or a supernatural horror story in the mode of Stephen King's THE SHINING — an ambiguity that's more exasperating than intriguing — and the troubling fact that the characters of color are consistently treated far more brutally (and more dismissively) than any of the white characters.

[tkeyahwrotethis]

3's Company (Part 1)

I met this woman who has an adult daughter who just had a baby and she was helping to raise the baby but basically moved into her daughter's house. She left behind a husband and two sons and I moved into her house just to help make meals and clean and stay in the guest room until she gets back. The dad's name is Keith, and the two sons are Kole and Kaleb. They're all really handsome, tall, with great bodies.

KEITH

Keith didnt really approve of me because I guess he met my social media persona before he met me and had preconceived notions of who I was and what I'd be like. He seems a bit old-fashioned.

Keith wanted to show me around the neighborhood to get acclimated with the town and know where all the stores are and the resources I may need just in case the weather gets bad I won’t be driving around aimlessly.  I was still upset with him for commenting on how I dressed and what I chose to post on social media, so I was only half paying attention to him when he was talking, and I was scrolling on my phone and texting my friends. I was giving him little one-word answers, and he kept peering into my phone. I screamed at him that if he wanted to get to know me, then don’t half-ass it, really get to know me instead of just assuming shit from my pictures and how I wanna dress.

He started smiling at me with the most beautiful smile. And it just angered me further that it didn’t seem like he was taking me seriously I just rolled my eyes at him, and then I felt a bump on the side of my head. He headbutted me. Hard. He unbuckles us both after pulling over on the side of the road and began to bear hug me in the passenger’s seat, my half my face pushed up against the glass while he would alternate between nestling his face against mine gently, giving me Eskimo kisses, and headbutting the fuck out of me like he couldn’t make up his mind… repeatedly. I begged him to stop. Eventually, he did and asked me if I would pay attention to what he was saying now. Annoyed and a little turned on, I agreed and put my phone away for the tour of the new town I was living in.

KOLE

Kole annoys me because we are the closest in age, but he’s so critical of my intelligence. We have similar interests as far as language arts and being cultured, but he acts like he knows everything, like he’s better than me because he’s a teacher professionally. We mostly just make a lot of eye contact, and he instructs me how to not rock the boat with his dad as far as how he likes things around the house. He doesn't really seem like much of a troublemaker and is a good person, just annoying sometimes with a condescending tone. Tonight, however, he was being suspiciously nice to me. He took me to this bookstore, and I picked out a few books that we actually vibed over. He picked up a book, and our hands brushed together, and it made me blush. It escalated to him coming up behind me and pressing his body into mine to get a book from over my shoulder. After the bookstore, we went to this restaurant where he got my favorite dessert for me to eat at home. He's pretty strict about me staying in the house, but he makes the house a nice place for me to be, so I dont mind. He does have a girlfriend, and his girlfriend visits often. I dont blame her, and she’s beautiful and blonde and doesn’t see me as a threat at all. I do want to be friends with her man on a deeper level than just sex. I do feel jealous that they have sex because I think with the connection we’re building and the sexual chemistry we could have if he wasn’t such an asshole, it would be phenomenal. 

KALEB

 I’ve been here for weeks, and I’ve never met Kaleb. The bond I have with the two guys is getting better I’m just a bit curious about this mystery man that lives here but somehow doesn’t really live here. I decided to do laundry one night while everyone in the house was asleep. I came downstairs in my panties and a t-shirt threw a load in the wash, grabbed a bag of chips, and started watching TV on the couch when the back door busted open. I was so scared, and it was cold outside that a gust of cold air came in with this intruder. I screamed and jumped off the couch I’m not even sure which direction I was running to I tripped over my own two feet and fell on both my knees, so I started crawling away. The intruder grabbed my ankles, dragged me back to the living room, and yolked me up by my tiny shirt, throwing me onto the couch. He started choking the life out of me, and he grabbed my left wrist like he was going to break it I was so scared. Then he opened my legs and laid in between my legs while he was unzipping his pants I was terrified, then Kole ran downstairs and shoved him off me and was like, "Chill, dude !! She’s not one of Dad’s girlfriends she’s the new maid. She kinda lives here now." I was never more happy to see Kole in my life. Then Kole introduced me to his brother Kaleb, who then proceeded to scream at me for" wearing red panties around the house like I owned the place." I felt completely embarrassed because I genuinely thought everyone would be sleeping, and he hadn’t been home for weeks how would I have known tonight when I decided to get a head start on laundry, he would show up? Who even yells at a stranger they just met and assaulted on sight. I felt so sorry for all the girls who got that warm welcome from Kaleb, and maybe worse.

I was able to get some vacation time where I left the house for a long weekend and partied with my friends. I even met new guys who weren't as toxic as the guys I lived with. I missed them while I was away, but I know that some time apart to clear my head is good. There's tons of sexual tension, and Kaleb is unpredictable. The weekend is almost over and it was very therapeutic, I think I have the patience to deal with my toxic employers moving back into the house soon.

Part 2 soon!!

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[bluejaysandblackbats]

Bloody Valentines

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Young Justice 98, Titans, GL Corps, Legion of Super Heroes, Flashfam, New Gods, Shadowpact, Superfam

Summary: 90s monster slasher AU

Chapters: 11/?

Characters: Dick Grayson, Joseph Wilson, Jason Todd, Charley Parker, Zatanna, Eddie Bloomberg, Daniel Cassidy, Chester Williams DC, Guy Gardner, Kyle Rayner, Lilith Clay, Raven Roth, Kole Weathers, Bette Kane, Donna Troy, Roy Harper, Jenni Ognats, Bart Allen, Virgil Hawkins, Richie Foley, Ayla Ranzz, Zoe Saugin, Rol Purtha, Darla Aquista, Lori Zechlin, Hal Jordan, Helen Jordan II, Orion DC, Lightray DC, Jonathan Lane Kent, Conner Kent, Mia Kent, Roxy Leech, Kara Danvers, Chris Kent, Thara Ak-Var, Match DC, Thaddeus Thawne, Vic Stone, Koriand'r, Karen Beecher, Grant Wilson

Relationships: DickJoey, Daniel Cassidy/Zatanna, DonnaRoy, Jenni Ognats/Virgil Hawkins, Raven/Lilith Clay, Lightrion, MatchThad

Additional Tags: POV First Person, Unreliable Narrator(s), Vampires, Werewolves, No Capes AU, 90s Slasher AU, Homoeroticism, Horror, Slasher

Chapter Eleven: The Body in the Gulch (Roy's POV)

Donna turned away from me in bed, hugging herself, closing in. It’d been like that for a while. I just wanted to hold her. “Donna?” I whispered. “Donna… Do you want me to go to sleep on the couch? I will if you—.”

“I need to take a shower,” Donna whimpered like she wanted to cry. 

I wanted to reach out and touch her, but it didn’t feel appropriate. “Donna, does something hurt? Did I—?” Donna shook her head. “Then, why are you so upset? Tell me what’s wrong, and I’ll try to fix it.” 

“You didn’t do anything… I just—. I feel off. Don’t you feel weird, Roy?” Donna asked. She looked at me with her big blue eyes, and I opened my arms and nodded. 

“It’s this place. And we saw those people hit that—.” 

Donna hid her face in my chest, and I felt sick to my stomach. All I could do was hold her and pretend I wasn’t scared out of my wits. Something about the land here felt… Cursed. And I don’t say that about a lot of places. I could feel Donna trembling, and I wondered if she could hear my heart beating fast in my chest. I liked the lightning and thunder. I liked the cool, calm mornings after the rain. But nothing was calm or cool. The air went from freezing cold last night to muggy in the morning and something in Donna switched. Her skin felt cold and damp as she stopped shaking and touched my chest. “Donna?” I questioned. 

“Maybe that shower could wait,” Donna whispered as she gave my shoulders a little push as she took me down. I can’t remember most of what happened between her doing that and breakfast… I can’t remember most of what happened. I saw her in the kitchen, wearing my boxer shorts, and making bacon. 

She wore a cutoff t-shirt for some obscure band in Seattle. “Donna, I—. How’d we get here?” I asked. 

Donna laughed and rustled a hand through my hair. “Was it that good?” Donna whispered. 

“Must’ve been. Wish I could remember. Donna, I feel kinda weird. Did I hit my head or somethin’?” I questioned. She wasn’t afraid anymore. It was almost like she wasn’t the same anymore. I looked at her, and I could almost see something different behind her eyes. Something vacant, lacking her natural warmth. I reached out to touch her, but I froze. 

“Nope. You didn’t hit your head. Maybe you’re a little dizzy,” Donna answered. She bit her bottom lip as she touched my cheek. Her hands were ice-cold. It scared me a little. I wanted to recoil, but I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. 

Raven entered the room in an old-timey robe. The quilted ones with the buttons and collar. It was classy. Old Hollywood type classy. She looked at me with wild, wide eyes and said my name aloud. “Roy,” said Raven in her calm and cool way. “Can you follow me to the car in a few minutes? I think I left something in the trunk.”

“Alright. Are you gonna go in that?” I asked. She looked down at her outfit and laughed. 

“I’ll be out in just a minute,” Raven replied. 

Bette stepped out of her room with sunglasses and one of those skirts girls wear over bikini bottoms. She hugged Donna, leaning over her shoulder to look at breakfast. Then Kole came out of the room in a white t-shirt with lace frilly stuff and a pink button-down dress that went to her knee. She wore frilly socks… And black dress shoes. They were a little dirty, like she’d walked in a puddle and forgot to shine them up again. Then, she looked at Donna and Bette, then at me. “I think I forgot something in the car. I can’t find my rainboots. I think they’re in the trunk,” Kole stated. She looked down at her feet as if someone would chastise her for forgetting. 

“That’s fine. I’m walking Raven to the car in a minute. You can come with us then,” I replied. Kole looked up and smiled. “The rain had everybody out of sorts last night. I’m sure everybody forgot a little something in the car.” I nudged Bette and Donna, wondering if they’d left something, too. 

“I left my hiking bag,” Donna stated, “Roy, can you bring that back for me?”

“Sure. The three of us will bring back whatever’s left in the trunk. How about we meet you guys at the beach after we finish up?”  I suggested. Donna looked at Bette and they nodded. 

Once Raven finished getting dressed, I took her and Kole to the car. Kole blazed ahead, but Raven and I trekked behind, so we could chat. “Donna’s acting strange this morning,” Raven noted. I nodded in agreement, trying not to say anything damning about Donna. The last thing we needed on this trip was paranoia and backbiting. Besides, they weren’t like that. They were good friends. All of them, and I didn’t want to put a wedge in that by expressing my discomfort with a few lost minutes and a weird interaction with Donna. 

“How’d you sleep, Raven?” I questioned to take the heat off of Donna for a minute. 

“Alright… And you?” Raven asked in reply. 

I squinted as the sun bounced off the lake. “Raven? Do you feel weird about this trip? I don’t know… Ever since we got here, I’ve been having second thoughts. Maybe we should go—.”

“Remember that song Hotel California?” Raven interrupted. 

“You don’t think we can leave?” I asked. Raven frowned at me, pushing her hair back as she approached the car. “Raven… Raven, wait.” I grabbed her wrist. She looked at me with a mixture of nausea and despair in her eyes. They were a funny bluish green, so light, but so heavy with sorrows. I let her go and sighed. 

“Roy, what’s done is done. It’s already written,” Raven whispered. 

Dick’s car was already in the lot. Dick, Vic, Kory, and Karen were talking to the police. Joey was standing on the other end of the lot talking to some jarhead-looking guy and a police officer. Joey looked like he wanted to throw up, and Dick looked a little confused and frightened. It was hard to frighten Dick, so I knew whatever it was, it was serious. Karen seemed out of it, like she couldn’t make sense of whatever happened. Vic consoled Kory, who was beside herself. 

Then, I caught a little bit of what Joey signed from where I was standing. “I saw him. My brother was driving. I thought he was robbed because he was naked, so I put the blanket over him,” Joey signed. His hands had blood and dirt on them. His brother looked at me. He interpreted for his brother in between glances. 

“Raven, did you see what Joey said?” I whispered. She looked straight past me at Kory as she approached us. She headed straight for Raven and embraced her. Raven started to shake as she stood with her hands out by her sides. It shook her. “Kory? What happened? Is everybody okay?” 

“It was a kid. Someone left a—. X’Hal, help me,” Kory sobbed. I pulled her into a hug, and she cried on me for a little bit. I felt sick. 

I wanted to believe they were hit by a car in the rain, but the part about the kid not having any clothes—. That sounded a lot like murder. How was I supposed to get past that part? Vic made his way over, and he touched Raven’s shoulder. 

“I thought you guys arrived last night,” Vic whispered. 

“We did… We didn’t get to unpack in the rain. We did—. We didn’t—. Did you see what happened?” Raven asked. 

“I didn’t see much. Kory and Joey got out of the car first. Dick and Joey’s brother jumped out to make sure they didn’t get hurt getting down there. It was steep and wet out—. I think that kid was murdered from what they said. I offered to hike to the nearest payphone with Joey’s brother, but he wasn’t having it. Karen and Dick went with him,” Vic replied. “They’ve blocked the road off, haven’t they?” Raven asked. Vic nodded. There was no escaping it now. Whatever ominous feeling Raven and I had was justified in that moment. And the worst part was, none of us would be able to escape it.

[chaos-has-theories]

4, 8, 15, 16, 23, 42

(Numbers chosen at random, no idea what questions these correspond to)

Weirder asks

Thank you!! Took this as an opportunity to ramble at length. You have been warned.

4. Which cryptid being do you believe in?

Listen, it is complicated.

I was raised in a type of Christian Animism. I have vaguely dabbled in Paganism since I was thirteen and and researching for a presentation on witches (historical) and instead found witches (modern). If pressed, I would identify as agnostic. I study literature with a focus on folklore and took supplemental classes in science of religion and egyptology.

All of this only works if I sharpen my Alar like I am the zumil and the world my kolee, until my mind is the box that Mr. Schrödinger locked his kitten into.

What Cryptid do I believe in? All of them. None of them. The ghost that lives in the linen closet at [hotel name redacted]. Frau Perchta, who is Frau Holle, who is god, who is dead. Myself. "Apotheosis can happen to everyone, although.... the idea of being godlike may be attractive, being an actual god is less so." (London Review of Books, February 2022)

8. How many water bottles are in your room right now?

SO MANY. I always have one by my bed and one in my backpack, and I'm not sure if it counts but a glass carafe on my desk. But of course then there's my backup glass bottle, and the ~7 PET bottles in varying sizes that I keep with my bags for cases of "I want to bring an extra bottle for my friend" or for isotonic or energy drinks or JUST IN CASE, okay.

If I don't have a water bottle with me at all times, I simply die. It is what it is.

15. Are you a parent? (all answers qualify)

Well no, but actually yes. Technically speaking? Absolutely not and thank the stars for that. Right now and in a broader sense? Yeah, kind of.

Look, I have two younger siblings who are ~10 years younger than me. I feel very, very responsible for them. I am at all times trying to make up for the things my parents are doing wrong. Right now they are off hiking somewhere for a week, so my older sibling and me are taking care of the kids (who are solidly teenagers but shhhh). It means cooking and cleaning and helping my sib go to bed without getting lost in the sauce and being emotional support and doing the are you winning son and the did you remember to drink some water. It's exhausting and it's rewarding and I love them so much. They are SWEET and KIND and AMAZING and TALENTED and I feel like that statement alone qualifies me as an honorable parent. So there.

16. Can you drive?

Nope. I've been "meaning" to learn for a few years now, but what am I gonna do, get a car? Har har.

Sth sth speaking from a place of privilege (comfortable seat on functional public transportation): it just seems like a lot of hassle and money just to drive a handful of times a year. Maybe I'll learn someday. Maybe this summer. Maybe never.

23. How do you feel about chilly weather?

For various reasons my body at all times demands

- a tight underlayer, preferably with sleeves (for autism reasons, probably. Without pressure my skin will start screaming like a freshly unearthed mandrake)

- long trousers if possible (see above, though it used to also be dysphoria reasons)

- a loose layer (for dysphoria reasons)

- and a scarf (for neck tension reasons)

So all in all chilly just works better for me than hot. Spring is my beloved because it's cold enough for some layers and bright enough to chase off the demons.

42. An app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site?

Currently? IED. It's 3D minesweeper, programmed by a friend of a friend, downloaded via F-Droid.

I have been clocking in almost 2hrs per day since I downloaded last weekend. It's fun, but it isn't THAT fun. Huge sigh.

[stxriesfromasharchive]

📷 for Abe and Kole

Meme: My Muse's Favorite Picture Of Your Muse That They've Taken From: @shesboundtobruise Answered By: Kole Mason and Abraham Thompson

Kole

That smiles makes him putty in her hands, okay?

Baberaham

Him? Cropping this part of a selfie they've definitely taken together and using it as his phone's background? Bet.

[the-celluloid-correspondent]

YELLOWJACKETS (Season 2) REVIEW

The Yellowjackets barely made it through the summer, but as winter begins to bite, we'll see if hunger and desperation turn into full-on psychosis. Meanwhile, 25 years later, each survivor must determine if the darkness is coming for them or from them.

Over the past year, Yellowjackets has become a sleeper hit for Showtime. Its mysteries and enthralling story kept viewers engaged weekly, with theory spiraling all over the internet. However, a question soon became apparent: Would the show fall victim to a sophomore slump? Sadly, Yellowjackets takes a massive dive in quality in its second season with its incredibly messy and directionless story.

This second season is incredibly frustrating. There are many moments when the show hits its strides masterfully, but it is sadly weighed down by bad filler and messy stories. As with the first season, the teen/wilderness storyline is much better than the survivor storyline. However, the wilderness storyline does take a bit of a fall due to nearly 50% of it being meaningless filler and some elements, such as extreme starvation and the drive to cannibalism, not being fleshed out enough. With that said, it at least knows its direction and hits all its themes and emotional moments well. The same can't be stated for the survivor storyline. The survivor storyline is entirely directionless as it experiments on which direction it wants to go. It's messy and apparent that none of the writers collaborated while developing the survivor story. The characters are given busy work and focus on the wrong storylines. The dark Tia/Van storyline is fanservice, and the creepy cop vs. Shauna's family overstayed its welcome. Natalie should be with Lottie, not Lisa when confronting her trauma. At least the Misty and Walter storyline was incredibly entertaining, with Ricci and Wood having the time of their lives playing psychopathic serial killers. However, with Walter becoming a Duex Ex Machina for the Adam Martin murder subplot, they lazily wrote their way out of a conflict and backed themselves into a corner. The writers dragged their feet building to their climax and speedrun right through the climax. It really makes me wonder why I should want the WGA to have a raise when this is the quality of writing they put out.

Now one thing that is consistent in this second season is the performances of the ensemble cast. However, in this second season, the teen performances are the real show-stealers that will sadly not get recognized by any award circuit. Sophie Nelisse, Sophie Thatcher, and Samantha Hanratty are the biggest standouts. While Nelisse gives a heartbreaking and Emmy-worthy performance as teen Shauna. Her screams were harrowing and is more deserving of a nomination than Melanie Lynskey. As with the adults, all the returning adult characters give fantastic performances, with Christina Ricci, Sarah Desjardins, and Warren Kole being the biggest standouts of the group. As for the new additions, Simon Kessell gives a good performance as adult Lottie by balancing insanity and kindness. Though she is the least like her teen counterpart. Lauren Ambrose kills it as adult Van but is wasted due to a lack of screen time and material. Elijah Wood is fantastic at playing a male version of Misty. Him and Ricci have impeccable chemistry on screen, and together they saved a lot of the survivor storytime due to their performances that might snag the pair Emmy nominations.

Now between the incredibly questionable-looking snow and some fantastic 90s needle drops, is there any hope for Yellowjackets? My optimistic answer would be yes. The WGA strike has delayed writing, which will most likely help the show going forward because it will allow the writers and showrunners to sit and simmer on the criticism of this latest season. As well as allowing the showrunners and Showtime to realize that this show is not meant for five seasons. Ideally, three seasons, but four because we are past the point of no return. This series needs to get its writing and story together before going forward instead of this directionless mess of a season. Overall, the latest season of Yellowjackets has moments of brilliance and fantastic acting, but its directionless story heavily drags it down.

My Rating: B-

[titoist]

answers i've gotten to the question "if i was american which state would i be from": -missouri x1 -new york x1 -arkansas x2 -california x1 -utah x1 -maine x1 (or, to a lesser extent, new hampshire. on account of being 'uniquely tortured' [sic]) -minnesota x1 -michigan x1

in terms of my own commentary i think i can see mormon kole. it makes intuitive sense, in my mind's eye.

[deadpuppetboi]

Goretober Day 17: Twin

By theory, twins have a remarkable connection that can’t be matched.

Two figures born into the world, hand in hand, cry out once their pink skin is exposed to the elements. Yet, being held on their mother’s bare chest, they calm down, chests moving slightly as they finally sleep.

Waylon and Lisa Park considered themselves the luckiest parents in the world to have created two adorable baby boys. Having gone through the mental and physical strain of being new parents, they hold each other in an embrace with their boys in their arms. They figured that they could do this, together, and they wouldn't have to face so many problems soon.

Unfortunately, the two didn't realize how much work it took to care for two boys, especially when they were twins.

When one cried out, the other cried.

When one was upset, the other was upset.

When one was asleep, the other was asleep.

When one was in trouble, the other was in trouble.

The chaos was endless.

It was like the two were connected to the hip, nothing could have happened without the other half knowing what was what and why.

Kole and Cole Park were an unstoppable duo that stopped at nothing to either cause havoc or just have fun. Being a pain not only to their parents but to anyone who was in their line of sight. Now, even with punishments in line, the two did have their positives such as their childlike minds and their need to do better.

Either way, the two would do anything with each other, hand in hand, running off with a smile on their faces.

However, this night proved to be the most difficult and terrifying experience they’ll ever face.

They knew their father wasn't crazy.

He was just fine.

If something was bad, he would have told them so, he wouldn't have gone crazy at a whim and be thrown into an asylum just because. There was just no way he would have lost it, not unless he was trying to get his rebellious sons to bed, he was just doing his job.

Their mother’s explanation didn't help either, sure adults would have meltdowns but that wasn't like their dad. He was calm and collected even in the most stressful situations he would go out of his way to fix it without an issue. He was a great guy, not perfect mind you, but never one to be at the edge.

The boys then hatched a plan, due to everyone else having their hands tied, they went out of their way to find their father.

Knowing that their mother would be worried sick, they each wrote a letter and left it by their bedside. Packing what they considered to be reasonable for their trip over to the asylum, they ventured forth late into the night. Their heads held up high and questions needing to be answered, nothing could have stopped them.

But this place.

It was insane.

Completely and utterly insane.

There wasn't even a guard up at the front, just a Jeep, coupled with military trucks parked, all of them empty. Passing through, the two snuck through an open window, finally noticing the destruction that resided from the inside.

They should have left, called the police, or even run back home, but they didn't. They stayed and continued forth, hearts beating a bit faster as they clutched their pocket knives in their fists.

Hours had passed.

But it felt like days.

Crawling through the vents like rats, the twins found themselves lost as they roamed the asylum, the only thing keeping them going was the hope that their father was still inside and alive somehow. They've been spat on, bit, kicked, and even punched by various mentally and physically ill men. Having spent all their energy on running, all the two could do now was crawl into the vents, anxious to avoid any madman in their path.

They were dirty, exhausted, and second-doubting themselves on the whole operation. They had used whatever was left in their backpacks, their supplies getting lower, and they only had each other to depend on.

“We should go home,” Cole muttered.

“No, we’re close, I can feel it,” Kole argued, nearly stumbling over a dead rat.

Cole huffed, following his brother in dismay as they kept going. In his opinion, they should have stopped the second they stepped out of their home, worry settled into his stomach about how their mother must have felt. His letter wasn't so helpful and he's sure that Kole’s letter wasn't that good either.

So what was the point?

“How close then? I'm hungry and I think I threw up dinner an hour ago.”

Kole rolled his eyes.

“You’re complaining about that now,” he hissed, his voice cracking, “I think there are other things we should worry about!”

“What? The creepy priest or those naked guys? I wanna go home, we went too far, we’ll die here before we even find Dad!”

Kole stopped crawling, nearly making Cole knock into him, he turned back, anger laced into his facial features

“Dad’s not dead,” he cried out, “He’s just not!”

Cole shook his hands from side to side.

“I didn't say that! I said we could die! That's completely different!”

“I’m not stupid, Cole, I know what you meant!”

“I'm not calling you stupid!”

“Yes, you are!”

The boys then started to argue, the verbal insults then turning physical as they both wrestled within the metal vent. And like the child that they were, without the supervision of their parents, they started to land on near-critical hits. Although, because of their size and how skinny they were, they could only do enough damage.

It only stopped when Kole held Cole down, his face red and eyes wet with tears. Cole looked up at him, almost like a mirror, he copied his exact facial expression, right down to the strands of black hair that fluttered on top of their heads.

“We didn't get all this way just to go back! We came here to see Dad again and we’re going to see him again! Whatever this place said about Dad is a lie! You know it, Mom knows it, and I know Dad knows it because he wouldn't willingly work in a place like this without doubt the right thing!”

Cole just looked up at his brother.

“And Dad did the right thing! I know he did and we have to bring him home! I don't want to spend another day without him, Cole! I just don’t!”

Cole stayed silent, watching helplessly as his brother began to cry. Fat globs of tears ran down his cheeks, falling on top of his face and mixing with his own.

“Kole…”

“Sorry,” the boy got off his brother, drying his tears, “I’m sorry. Sorry. I'm sorry.”

Cole got himself up, unsure what to do, he awkwardly watched as his brother continued to let the tears fall. He let time fly by as he watched his brother cry, unsure if he would want a hug or not, he kept his eyes over the opening of the vents to distract his mind. With his brother’s cries invading his hearing, he tried to focus on the darkness behind him, the opening unnerving him the more he peeked into it.

He squinted his eyes, trying to make something out, thinking it was his mind playing tricks on him. He focused even more, moving his head forward before something began to move from the darkness.

Cole went to reach for his brother.

“KOLE-”

“Dirty, filthy rats!” A ragged voice screeched as two decrepit hands reached out, grabbed at Kole’s hair, and dragged him out of the vent.

A variant had held onto the boy, hoisting him up in the air with the hair on his scalp, as if he had caught the catch of a lifetime. Screaming complete nonsense as he shook him from side to side, effectively making the poor boy grow ill. Cole immediately crawled out of the vent and screamed at the man, pocket knife in hand, he tried his best to be as intimidating as possible.

It failed, of course.

The deformed variant looked right at Cole, jagged teeth spitting out saliva each time he spoke.

“Damn rats,” he hissed as he hoisted a struggling Kole in the air, “Always making a damn scene! Making too much noise! I just wanna sleep but you keep skittering around in piss and shit like you don’t give a damn!”

His grip on Kole tightened, making the boy cry out.

“I can't take it anymore, I want you to just shut the Hell up!”

He then threw Kole onto the ground, face first, right in front of Cole. Cole cringed at the sound of something cracking, like a carrot stick, and watched as his brother crumbled from the impact. Falling over to his side, his face turned over towards Cole, his nose snapped right to the side as blood flowed like a river. His eyes had a dazed look in them, maybe his brain had scraped against his skull to make that happen although Cole prayed that wasn't the case.

“Kole!”

The variant then stepped over Kole, face twitching slightly as his blank eyes stared right into Cole’s black ones.

“Loud,” he wheezed, “You’re too damn loud!”

He lunged forward, Cole only having enough time to hold his pocket knife to protect himself.

His body was fueled with adrenaline, the animalistic need to protect himself had invaded his mind. His heart raced, his mind running with every possibility, his palms clammy, and his limbs shaking. All of that, and yet that very moment, the boy had felt a sense of cold overtake him.

It was as if it had phased through him, like the gust of a cold wind breeze. He thought to shiver but his body refused to do so, having to instead freeze up as his eyes caught onto what had caused it.

The variant paused mid-lunge, eyes wide, and he started to shake his head. Struck with the same coldness as Cole did, he began to back away, shaking as he did so.

“The Walrider…” He whimpered and before he could turn and run he was subsequently grabbed and hoisted into the air.

His screams pierced the broken room, and both the boys snapped out of their dazed minds to see what was going on. To them, the variant was up in the air, struck up by some unknown force not seen by the naked eye. And yet they could hear the snapping of his bones, the gurgle of the blood that pooled into his mouth, and the outlines of cuts that seemed to appear all around his body.

As the blood seeped through, Cole thought through his terror and ran over to his brother, holding onto him in a vice grip.

“Kole!”

Kole hadn't answered him, eyes still on the spectacle before him, his eyes widened as he examined the variant’s body and began to split itself apart. Feeling dread come onto him, Cole had the split-second decision to look up as well, before an array of red had covered his vision.

The variant had been torn to pieces.

Witnessing the gruesome final seconds of his life, the boys watched as his body split itself into various pieces and flew across the room. Blood and guts rained down on them, splattering in a disgusting heap that squished and churned like how food was in a blender.

Silence fell upon the boys.

Struck with the fear of whatever they had just seen, not a single word could have expressed how terrified they were.

They wanted to cry.

They wanted to run.

They wanted to throw up.

They even wanted to faint.

But they didn't.

They just sat there, covered in another man’s flesh and bones, shock striking their senses before they finally began to notice a figure appear before them. Immediately, the two crawled back, Cole helping his brother as his body struggled to keep up with the conflicting thoughts within his head.

The figure wasn't a man although its form reassembled one greatly.

Wrapped within the wisps of black and gray alike, it stood (or rather floated) before the twin boys, inspecting them like how a scientist inspects a test subject. Although not saying a word, the boys had a pretty good idea of what it was capable of, having been the witnesses of the murder it just committed.

Cole held onto his brother and dragged him back, still raising his pocket knife, he pointed it straight at the phantom before them.

The Phantom tilted its head to the side, seemingly confused by the action before it backed off entirely. Disappearing through the walls of the enclosure, the boys were sure that they could have seen a form of a face appear upon its blank state. It looked concerned although pleased at what it had done, giving a sorrowful look on its face before it disappeared completely.

The boys were then left to their devices, soaked in blood, and their eyes wide with fear.

What was that?