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brandstifter-sys · 3 years ago

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Crisis Angel

@dukexietyweek Day 2: Swapping (Ao3)

Word Count: 2277

Characters: Roman, Virgil, Remus

Pairing: Dukexiety

Rating: T+

Warnings: Blood, death mention, Gore, sex mention, Body Horror, Fire, Criss Angel references

The Dragon Witch causes Remus and Virgil to switch roles because she's tired of listening to them whining about the other, but they manage to fix it

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It wasn’t everyday that Remus got cursed by the Dragon Witch, in fact it was incredibly rare, since she actually liked him and his antics. But he had to complain and whine about his predicament, no one liked him, and he seemed to scare the shit out of Virgil. All he wanted was cuddles, clothing optional–was that too much to ask!? A duke can fall in love and want to be with the person who had his heart, and he can want without shame! If only he weren’t the embodiment of intrusive thoughts he could win that emo over. The Dragon Witch just had to take his ranting to heart!

Remus woke up feeling a general unease. He was very much aware that he had to fix his weapon rack or else he could do some serious damage, and there would be blood and broken bones and sprains and he didn’t know how to mend himself! That’s what Janus was for—and for being a friend, like the golden boy he was. He was kinda saddened when he remembered that no one else really liked him or wanted him around. He had a feeling he knew what happened, and he didn’t want to think about the implications of it. He did anyway. It's not like he had much of a choice.

Instead of his usual attire, he threw on a Green Day shirt, leggings, sneakers, and Virgil’s old hoodie. He kept it for the nostalgia and because Virgil didn’t wash it before he got to it, so it smelled nice. It was the only part of his outfit that made him feel comforted and safe. He would need the safety to manage his way through the day and back to the Dragon Witch’s castle. She had to be behind this sudden change! He just hoped he was the only one affected.

However, when he stepped into the common area, Remus realized that he was not the only one affected. Oh no, he saw more than he bargained for!

"I can't believe you of all people would suggest such a thing!" Roman huffed from his usual recording spot and crossed his arms.

"Why not? Just because I hate him doesn't mean I don't think he should be royally fucked into submission!" Virgil jeered from the stairs, where he was spread out and lounging like some kind of rockstar. He definitely dressed the part—tight leather pants covered in zippers, an open spiked leather jacket that showed off his defined torso, and knee-high combat boots.

"I want to vanquish that foul villain, not create a fanfiction worthy scene to deflower him!"

"You wouldn't, I made sure he was flowerless years ago. You're just making excuses, Princey—we all know you want that snake cake and to tear into that dandy with your second sword—unless you're more interested in a new pony to whip."

"What happened to you? You sound like—"

"—me," Remus said and announced his presence. Two sets of eyes landed on him and he swore he wanted to disappear at that exact second.

"Are you saying I sound hot?" Virgil jeered and leaned forward, smirking coyly at Remus. Roman huffed and ignored him, deciding that Remus might be more willing to explain.

"Do you know why Virgil is acting like this? And what are you doing in that hoodie? You look like death!"

"I don't know for sure but I'm pretty sure Mille did it," Remus shrugged and leaned against the staircase tiredly, but not letting his guard down, not with the way Virgil was eyeing him. He shivered at the thought that crossed his mind—too much blood he did not want.

"Millie? Remus, have you been bothering her as of late?" Roman pressed.

"I don't know if I would say I was bothering her, I visit her at least once a week with snacks and we hangout. I could have been bothering her, though. Maybe I was! Oh god, what if I was and she didn't say anything because she doesn't trust me to listen to her when she's uncomfortable?!" Remus freaked out and tugged the hoodie closer around him to shield his body.

"You know you could have asked me for that hoodie, I would have given it to you, in exchange for a few organs," Virgil mused and licked his lips. Remus winced and curled into himself, uneasy about getting that kind of attention in front of anyone else.

"You switched," Roman said as it dawned on him, "but why would she do that? Unless—"

He froze when Virgil casually drank lighter fluid from a flask and then a lit match. The plume of flames that shot from his mouth towards the ceiling made Remus jump back and clutch his chest. At least he wasn't thinking about how he could have made a mistake with the Dragon Witch.

"Hmm the Dragon Witch did this? Do you think she'd make a better pair of boots or a belt? I'm tired of the flood of new parlor tricks," Virgil hummed, "It's agony without any relief—but I know one of you can make me feel better."

Roman scowled as Remus inched toward the couch. Virgil snapped his fingers and appeared on the couch behind Remus.

"I'm a better seat than this old thing, Dukey," he teased, getting Remus to yelp and freeze.

"I'll go see her and save you the heart attack, at least from that journey. I'll see if I can stitch the pieces together since you don't seem to be prepared for that."

"Need a few needles?" Virgil asked lazily and pulled a string out of his navel, shockingly there were needles threaded along it. Roman sank out with a huff, unwilling to deal with any more nonsense. Remus was more distracted by Virgil's bare skin and toned abdomen to be bothered. So he might have been gawking.

"You can get a closer look, with your tongue if you're brave enough," Virgil teased before tossing the thread away. Remus turned bright pink and averted his gaze. He kept getting horrible ideas about what he could do to that body.

"You don't want me to do that," he sighed and hugged himself, "No one wants me to get too close, even Janus has his limits. And I know it's for a good reason."

Virgil sat up and leaned towards Remus, pouting.

"You really think that, Cuddlefish?"

"Yeah, everyone else just wants me to get lost, except Janus, why wouldn't I think that?" Remus said bitterly and sat on the arm of the couch.

"I only want you to get lost in my eyes, or my intestines after I go Dahmer on your ass."

"Come on!" Remus snorted, "I scare you, and you don't like me and my gross ideas. I make you uneasy and I don't know what to say to not do that because everything could go wrong and I don't want that. And now more than ever, I'm terrified of everything that could go wrong!"

"I usually don't like the thought of you seeing my pants tenting—that's a circus that's not usually in show. But you can get ringside seats whenever you want, if you want."

"What?" Remus questioned, trying not to focus on the image of Virgil wearing Britney Spears' ringmaster outfit from the video—or something more revealing.

"If I don't keep my distance I'm not gonna be able to let you get away. I like you, so goddamn much I just want to rip your eyes out to stare at them forever."

"Virgil?"

"It's a lot easier to say it without the crushing weight of anxiety squeezing my innards out through my pores. I like you, that way, hell, I might even be bold enough to say I love you! And it's usually so terrifying I could drop dead from emotional overload at any second and you'd have a corpse to play with as much as you want!" Virgil raved, jumping to his feet, "You are everything I'm not and I want you to want me the same way but you deserve better than a panicking maniac with anger issues and low self-esteem! And I know that this change won't last so I have to tell you now before I go back to being a pants-shitting basket-case."

"And what are you going to do when we switch back? I don't know if I can take a confession like that just for it to change jack shit, especially when I want you to mean it. I don't wanna be the emotional victim of the resident mind freak," Remus pressed. Virgil stood in front of him and tapped his chin in thought.

"Actually," he hummed and thrust his hand through his chest, revealing some torn muscle and his broken ribs. Remus' eyes went wide as he grabbed his thundering heart and tore it out, blood spurting on the floor.

"I want you to keep this, keep it safe, and that way I'll know that it's safe to act on these feelings, even when I'm an anxious emo mess again."

Remus reverently took his heart and cradled it in his hands like a treasure he was afraid to break. He stared up at Virgil in awe before pressing his lips to the gift.

"There's a different throbbing muscle you can put your mouth on," Virgil teased. Remus scrunched up his nose and stuck out his tongue.

"Not when you have a hole in your chest, Angel!"

"Wanna stick something in it?"

"Kinda," Remus admitted sheepishly. Virgil leaned down and cupped his cheek.

"First let me show you my greatest trick," he purred, "turning a man into a puddle." Remus' breath caught in his throat and his eyes fluttered shut as Virgil captured his lips and licked into his mouth. Remus melted into the kiss just as expected, his heart racing with his thoughts.

And then a familiar feeling took over him. The Dragon Witch really went with the biggest cliche to lift the curse.

"I can't believe I just did that," Virgil mumbled as he pulled away. Remus grinned and wiggled in his seat.

"But you did! And you can do it again!" Remus sang and giggled, "But first—!" He conjured a jar around the heart and set it on the ground gently, then he eyed Virgil's wound.

"Do you want to fix that or can I stick something in it?" he pressed, getting Virgil to glance down and flinch.

"No, too many risks, I don't really want you to accidentally mess something up."

"Accidentally?"

"I don't think you would do anything like that on purpose with this hole."

"This hole?" Remus purred, "So there are others I can mess up? Please, do go on!"

"Maybe later, after I skin the Dragon Witch. I didn't want her to actually get rid of my anxiety so I could tell you—y'know—"

"So you were bemoaning your cruel fate too? Maybe we should thank her! You're really hot when you're confident and having my kind of thoughts!"

"Give me enough time and somewhere private and you can get more of that," Virgil mumbled and rubbed his neck, "If I'm in a comfortable place, I might be able to relax—but don't get your hopes up, anxiety sucks."

"It was kinda not that bad being Anxiety," Remus mused, "I didn't feel great but I was a lot more aware of my surroundings and the way my pulse thundered from excitement! Now I know what I need to fix in my room and what really gets me going!"

"Even if I'm not Creativity anymore, I still might have a few ideas worth trying," Virgil said in agreement.

"Creativity?"

"Yeah, your role."

"But I'm an intrusive thot!"

"You think you're the only one with twisted thoughts?" Virgil scoffed and grabbed the hair at the base of his neck, "You know you were still having them, I could see how you flinched without me doing anything, it's so obvious. That part didn't change for either of us."

"So you have intrusive thoughts too? You should tell me about them! Over dinner!"

"I could do that, if you can't come up with a more creative date."

"You can come to my room to watch a few horror movies and cuddle—but you have to wear that outfit or less because goddamn! I forgot how ripped you are!"

"Dinner it is," Virgil huffed and loosened his grip. Remus whined and leaned closer with a pout.

"Movies and cuddles. But jammy pants and no shirt under the hoodie instead," he countered, "I need skin to skin contact no matter how platonic."

"You mean the mouth to mouth won't be enough for you?" Virgil mumbled and blushed down to his shoulders. Remus' eyes went wide.

"You never said that would be an option! I didn't think you'd want to do too much on the first date!"

"You have no idea what I want to do with you right now."

"You can show me!" Remus grinned and wiggled his eyebrows. Virge scoffed and loomed closer, gripping his hair tighter. Remus' breath hitched as those lips brushed against his own.

"You'll just have to wait for that," Virgil mumbled and pulled away without kissing him.

"Tease!" Remus whined and crossed his legs. Virgil smirked at him and shook his head.

"See you tonight at eight—or more like seven since I tend to panic and show up early," he said and pressed a kiss to Remus' forehead before sinking out.

Remus picked up the jar again and squealed. It was going right above his TV so he could see it while he held its owner close to his. He definitely owed Millie big time!

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Inspo pic for Virgil’s outfit

#dukexietyweek2021 #remus sanders #virgil sanders #sanders sides #dukexiety #roman sanders #anxiety!remus #dark creativity!virgil #body horror mention tw #fire mention tw #cannibalism mention tw #blood mention tw #death mention tw #i really liked making virgil a total criss angel rip off for some reason #sandyscribed

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ryuichirou · 4 years ago

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helo ryu! from a while ago, one of your neet erwin comics where erwins body is covered in mushrooms, you mentioned in an ask there is a continuation and that maybe ull post it. did u come around to post it? if yes i coudnt find it. i love ur body horror art, it always creeps me out!

Anoooon!! Thank you so much for this! ;w; The fact that you liked that comic enough to remember about it and wait for the continuation is so special and cool. Your ask made me very happy. The fact that you enjoy our horror art is also such a great boost of inspiration, I literally feel more powerful after reading it haha.

Sadly, I never drew the continuation. To be completely honest with you, we felt demotivated after we posted it. I was ready for the mixed reaction, since it’s quite a spooky idea, and I usually love it when people get creeped out and uncomfortable to an extent. I think this is one of the goals of any horror drawing, I love those types of comments. But this isn’t quite what happened.

Despite the fact that I say that I was ready for it, I didn’t expect the mushrooms to be that big of a deal? We draw a lot of creepy stuff, and sometimes things that are more graphic and cruel than just the result of Erwin’s poor hygiene. But people acted like it was the worst thing ever for some reason. There were a lot of people who didn’t understand the concept and didn’t like it, but instead of ignoring the drawing or even unfollowing or muting me decided to comment about how disgusted they were, there were a lot of people who thought it was too much. There were people who thought that these poorly sketched chocolate chip cookies looking mushrooms looked too real and that I should have added a warning to it. I think they reported it to the point where Twitter marked it as being sensitive too... Overall, compared to other stuff that we post, it did quite poorly feedback-wise, both in regards of likes and comments. I’m not disregarding those who enjoyed it, in fact I’m still very happy that there are people who genuinely liked the idea and the comic itself!

But the fact that it flopped and we got a bunch of people complaining about how gross it is (duh that’s the whole point) we were left with an unpleasant aftertaste that stopped us from coming back to it. After all, the continuation would’ve been even more graphic that the original comic.

This is also the reason why we stopped posting some stuff from our Zerureri month, which is partially dedicated to horror and just gross stuff in general. It’s just... upsetting, and I don’t want to be an artist who just posts fanart with characters interacting in the most accepted way possible, there’re plenty of them out there already, and there’s no point to be another drop in the ocean... sorry for rambling.

After reading your ask, I remembered how I liked drawing it and discussing it with Katsu. So maybe I’ll draw the continuation that I promised you and a couple of other people who were interested in this concept.

Have a nice day and thank you <3

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slashingdisneypasta · 4 years ago

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Slender Brothers and Female Beauty Practises Used in the Middle Ages!

What the Slender Brothers thought of beauty practices in Europe during the Middle Ages for Females. Inspired by Haus of Holbein from Six: The Musical XD

Warnings: Well, Offender’s of course discusses rape so don't read it if you know its going to make you uncomfortable. As a whole though, they all talk about pretty gross and painful sounding stuff. That’s what the practises for beauty were like at the time. That’s the whole topic. Basically though, if you’re cool watching Horrible Histories then these (Except Offenders) should be okay.

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Offenderman:

Man, your make-up, wigs and rat fur eyebrows are gonna get wiped off with him. This is not because he’s sloppy… its actually because he doesn’t like the taste. His mouth is gonna find itself in all sorts of places and he doesn’t need to be tasting hog grease on your face, no matter how good for your skin you might think it is! This includes if they used lead for makeup, arsenic, nightshade, lard, or anything else (for this reason, Offender actually avoided much accidental poisoning that way. Of course, this man poisons himself anyway with other drugs). Hair extensions would also go. He did get excited though when he, uh, caught a girl having her late night / before bed routine with blood on her face, though. Like when you get a box of cornflakes and theirs coco pops in there instead.

He was and still is pretty fascinated with corsets though.

Slenderman:

Don’t take this as Slender being ‘ahead of the time’, but the moment he left his forest for a moment and saw women replacing their eyebrows with rat fur and using pee to lighten their hair, he was out of there. No, no. Absolutely not. That’s disgusting and ridiculous. He goes home in disgust and then he laughs his ass off (Cruelly). Like I said, this doesn’t mean Slender was ahead of the time (None of them were or are. They can do their own research, but that can only lead them to be as forward as the rest of the world is- they’re telepathic, not psychic), it just means he was judgmental and thinks the only valid image of beauty is his own. “No Splender I’m not leaving this forest, there are people out there who pluck their hairlines away until they look like what emerges from a hens vagina. With a face.”

Splenderman:

Splender has been around humans for so long and he pays so much attention (Not out of creepiness- out of care) that he is well aware of the state a human body should be in if it’s healthy and comfortable and how it definitely should not look if it is healthy and comfortable. This means that when people started getting sick and losing the ability to walk too early in life after they started using certain beauty practises, he knew exactly what to blame. And he, of course, tried to warn people when the topic came up and made his views on these things clear to people he knew, these things were kinda… normal?? You know? There wasn’t much he could do. People would just brush him off. Folks always complain about new things, that doesn’t mean they’re bad! Right?

This normalcy barrier though, did not stop our man from being a legit vigilante by night and making sure that various X-Ray clinics (These would be used for hair removal. You got stuck under the X-Ray machine for up to a day and it got rid of your hair… but it also, of course, destroyed your skin) and small cosmetics factories that put arsenic and deadly night shade in their products would shut down. He did this by stealing their equipment and materials and getting rid of it. Splender’s awesome.

Trenderman:

Of course, Trender is a fashion plate and he has always appreciated mortals’ sense of style and art, but he isn’t obsessive about sticking to the trends. He likes to do his own thing, you know? As a rule, he has always backed up his practises with science and his own experience with them, so I’m not gonna lie here. Some of the practises used during the Middle Ages did concern him a bit, aha. Such as the use of radiation for skin care and various poisons (Lead, arsenic, deadly nightshade). He would also take shoes very seriously with anyone he was dressing up for events and have them promise to him that they would excuse themselves from their party or whatever they were attending, for a bit and take off super high heels or too small slippers to let their feet breath and sit normally for a little while. He would go as far as to tell them horror stories about people who didn’t listen to him and couldn’t walk after the age of forty, or got seriously disgusting feet looking feet, or even had to have them chopped off. Yeah, Trender took it seriously.

Using mercury, though (Unfortunately), is not one of the things that concerned him. After the 1800’s, when Trender finally did fall seriously ill from the substance (It took him a while due to his superior immune system), he did of course immediately regret all of his work with it and halted its use in any of his practises. Its one of his biggest regrets. He used to recommend it so often to clients… and friends… and he can’t take any of that back. These days though he’s very current and aware to a genius extent on the subject of what’s healthy in the way of cosmetics. He doesn’t play with it at all.

#Slender Brothers and Beauty Practises Used in the Middle Ages #Middle Ages #Beauty Practises #Slender Brothers React #Trenderman #Splenderman #Slenderman #Offenderman #Slender Brothers #Middle Ages Beauty Practises #Beauty Practises in the Middle Ages

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malecacidd · 4 years ago

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My Breathing Gets Faster (and so does my Heartbeat)

Summary:

Why couldn't his useless brain remember that he was dead? Dead as in not coming back. Dead as in being a ghost. Dead as in basically not existing. Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead.

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Ben's not doing very well being alone with his thoughts at night.

Pairing/Characters: Ben Hargreeves & Klaus Hargreeves, Ben Hargreeves, Klaus Hargreeves

Word Count: 3k

Square Filled: Panic Attacks

Warnings: Panic attacks, mention of drugs, slight gore, dissociation

A/N: I actually just posted this on ao3 two days ago or so!! That's better than the,,,, months apart that the last fic was posted at jdjsjsjsksk This is the second fic I've written for the @tuacreatorsbingo and I can't wait to write more!!

Ao3

Klaus was passed out in an alley. Again.

This wasn't an unusual occurrence, of course, but that didn't mean Ben had to be any happier about it. The ground was uncomfortable.

He couldn't actually feel it, but Klaus sure would when he eventually woke up. Ben wasn't looking forward to hearing him bitch about his back all day, that was for sure.

The nights were always so slow for Ben. He had no one to talk to, and he couldn't go anywhere.

Well, he could. He just wouldn't. In the past five years of being a ghost and following Klaus around, there had been one too many encounters where Ben had left Klaus in an alley for the night to roam around and entertain himself, and had come back to see all of Klaus' things gone.

It wasn't much fun, anyways. Roaming the city at night was a lot more boring without someone talking your ear off by your side.

Normally if they were in a hotel or a friends house for the night, Klaus would make sure to leave a radio or TV on for Ben. Ben always thought that he did it so that he wouldn't have to hear Ben complain for the rest of the day, but maybe he was just being nice.

This night, though, they were once again in an alley. And Ben was bored. Very, very, bored. If Klaus was going to complain about his back tomorrow, he would sure have some retaliation complaints to fire back.

A raccoon decided to knock over a close by trash can in that moment, causing the trash to pour out and phase through Ben. He shuddered at the feeling before standing with a groan and moving to sit against the wall across from Klaus.

He knew that the trash didn't affect him, knew that it couldn't even touch him, but he couldn't help the way he felt gross at the thought. Stupid alive subconscious that should've went away the first month after he died. At this point it was just starting to get tedious.

He leaned his back against the brick wall as much as he could, moving his head to hit it lightly, not that he could feel it.

Klaus gave a loud snore then, and Ben rolled his eyes, glancing at Klaus before squeezing his eyes shut. If there was one thing he missed about being alive, it was definitely sleeping.

Sleeping meant being able to escape your thoughts for hours at a time. Sleeping was a break from the world. Sleeping was something that could ground you, could make you feel better after a bad night, could recharge and revive you. Ben didn't get to have that.

It was okay, though. It was okay. At least Ben didn't look like your normal average everyday ghost that was most of what Klaus could see when he wasn't high off his ass. At least he was sane. At least he wasn't lost, looking the way he did when he died. A giant gaping hole in his stomach gushing with blood, eldritch horrors hanging limply from it. Pain, so, so much pain.

He pressed his head even harder against the wall, attempting to ignore the way it phased through slightly at the extra pressure. Ben hated the way he had to focus if he just wanted to lean against something or sit in a chair. He hated the way that if his focus faltered for just a moment he would phase through it. All it was was just another reminder that he wasn't actually there, that he wasn't actually a part of the world.

Just because he wished he was alive didn't mean he wanted to go back to his first seventeen years of life, though. Ben would take all his years of being a ghost, being numb to the world with Klaus over the seventeen years of abuse he and his siblings experienced from their asshole of a father.

He didn't know where he would be right now if he hadn't died. He never really had a 'life plan.' Maybe he would've been a journalist. Maybe he would've had a boyfriend, a girlfriend, a partner, a dog, a best friend. Maybe he would've worked at a bookstore. Maybe he would've stayed at the academy all these years like Luther had…

One thing he knew for sure, though, was that he probably wouldn't have ended up being with Klaus for the past five years. He didn't know how that thought made him feel.

This is why Ben hated nights, he decided. There was too much time to think about his past without Klaus awake to distract his mind. Too much time to dig deep into his inner feelings. Too much time for his throat to feel as if it was starting to close up and too much time for his chest to shrink in on itself.

Ben would never say that he was good at feelings. But he didn't cry, didn't even know if he could as a ghost. Most of the time he just pushed his shit as far away as he could until it came rushing back and overtaking him. Coincidentally, that always happened at night, even when he was still breathing out of need rather than just habit.

When he was alive, Ben's pull to reality would always be people or touch. Though because of the way their family was, he almost always had to turn to touch as a way to draw himself from a state of panic. But now that he was dead…

Now that he was dead, there was no touch. There was no texture, no feeling, no temperature. The only thing there was was a light pressure if he focused hard enough, and if he was ever panicking he definitely would not have been focusing. Good thing that he had only gotten better at pushing shit away since he died, right?

It had been… a while. Since his last 'freak out' or 'panic attack' or whatever you wanted to call it. It was always at night, always when Klaus was asleep. Which was probably for the best, anyways. He didn't need Klaus to see him like that, curled up in a ball on the floor, eyes wide just looking for something to ground himself. Klaus did not need to see him like that, couldn't see him like that.

Sure there had been times when Klaus has seen him break down. When they were kids there were more than a few incidents where Ben had come back from training, covered in blood and frightened dog barks ringing in his ears, to find comfort in Klaus. Out of everyone in their dysfunctional family, Klaus understood best what it was like to have a power you despised.

That was so long ago, though. They were just kids. Just little kids. But then Ben was dying and watching Klaus fall apart due to the drugs that were due to the ghosts. And god, does Ben understand. If drugs had numbed the constant aching pain of the horror then he was sure he would've gone down the same path Klaus did. That didn't make it any easier, though. He had a front row seat to Klaus' shitstorm of a life and he didn't even get any popcorn.

Memories were coming in quick, now. Memories of killing innocent dogs and cats that his father placed in front of him. Memories of watching his brother overdose over and over again, not able to do anything to help. Memories of crying himself to sleep from ages four to seventeen. Memories of being torn apart by the one thing he was supposed to have control over. Memories of panic. Memories of voices calling out to him, telling him to walk into the light that he was so, so afraid of. So many memories of panic and fear and terror and-

If he could've he would have groaned at the way the breath he didn't need started to pick up. This was how it always started, the spiraling thoughts and then the heavy, quick breathing and the seemingly inescapable panic that he just had to wait out.

He bit his lip, huffing at the way the pain he didn't really expect didn't register. He needed something. Something to ground himself, something to get him out of this state that only seemed to get worse as time went on.

He attempted to lean even more heavily against the wall, but when his back phased completely through the brick his breathing just picked up even more.

Ben moved out of the wall quickly, going to sit in the middle of the alley, only a few feet away from a still snoring Klaus. He took his hands from where they were crossed over his chest and pushed them against the ground. The pressure was there, but it was numb. Always numb.

He rubbed his hands against the scratchy concrete harshly. There wasn't a sting, like he would've felt when he was alive, but there was something. Something other than a light pressure that he got from pushing against the ground or himself.

He rubbed at the ground quicker than before as he began to hyperventilate even more. When he lifted his hands, palms turned towards his eyes to view them, he shuddered at the way there was not a single mark left behind. He had no effect on the world, and the world would never leave an effect on him ever again.

Another racoon knocked another trash can over, causing it to fall against the concrete with a loud crashing noise that rang loudly in Ben's ears. He slammed his hands over them, pulling his knees to his chest and resting his elbows on top.

His shallow breaths only led to him feeling light-headed, which was weird. Could ghosts even feel light headed? Could ghosts even panic? It sure felt like they could in that moment.

Ben bit at his lips, the inside of his cheek in an attempt to feel something, but all that registered was a tiny bit of pressure that did nothing to calm the swirling storm inside his mind.

His hands shook as he curled them into fists, his nails that never grew digging into his palms. It did absolutely nothing to calm him, he didn't even feel the bit of pressure that he normally would have in that moment.

He didn't even know how he ended up spiraling this far. All he was thinking about was how lonely his nights were, then he started thinking about lonely nights before that, then he started thinking about being alive, then he started thinking about his past, his childhood and Reginald and the horror and-

He couldn't. He couldn't deal with it. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't think clearly. He couldn't touch, couldn't feel and he couldn't breathe.

His thoughts were scrambling around in his brain and his foot was phasing through the trash can that the first racoon from before had knocked over and his head hurt so much. He wanted to feel. Wanted to feel the wall, the ground, just anything to ground himself. He needed someone, needed someone but no one would be able to hear him but Klaus and Klaus was passed out in the alley.

It wasn't like he needed to see Ben like this anyways. It wasn't like could see Ben like this.

The only thing he could do was curl up and wait for it to be over, he decided. Well, he didn't really decide that for himself. His body really did its own thing, pulling his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms around them and falling onto his side.

Ben's eyes were wide as he attempted to slow down his breathing. He didn't understand why his body was reacting like this. He hadn't needed to breathe for years, he was already dead, and yet here he was, his mind telling him that he was going to die because he couldn't breathe.

Why couldn't his useless brain remember that he was dead? Dead as in not coming back. Dead as in being a ghost. Dead as in basically not existing. Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead.

All he had to do was wait it out. It should've been easy enough but it felt impossible as every attempt to slow his unneeded breathing failed. He couldn't deal with this. Why couldn't he deal with this?

What felt like a million minutes later, Ben heard the sounds of Klaus waking up, and he slammed his hands over his ears at even the smallest bit of noise. He heard a seemingly miles away groan through his useless hands and then trash being pushed around as Klaus scrambled to stand up. Then he heard the pounding footsteps rushing to his side.

"Shit, Ben." He distantly heard Klaus say as he looked for some way to help. "Shit."

It was almost as if he was watching it happen in slow motion from outside of his body. The only thing he could feel was his shivers as Klaus' hands went through his shoulders when he attempted to touch him.

"Ben. It's okay, uh…" Klaus said and continued mumbling while Ben layed there, unresponsive.

Klaus clearly knew what this was, he had had enough panic attacks to know the symptoms, but that didn't mean he knew what to do to help his brother. All he could do was sit back against the wall and talk quietly in hopes that Ben was taking anything he said in.

"Just… just try to breathe. Try to breathe." He said quietly. He didn't know if Ben could hear him or not, and he didn't know if what he was saying was made to comfort Ben or himself. He didn't want to know.

Eventually, some time later -neither of them knew how long- Ben's breathing began to slow to a normal pace, his hands loosened from where they were tight around his ears, and his body slowly relaxed from it's stiff position.

He looked exhausted. He looked like he needed a long nap and a hug, neither of which he could get ever again.

Klaus was silent as Ben started to sit up. He pulled his hood far over his head so that it shadowed his expression and sighed, squeezing his eyes shut before opening them and turning to Klaus, faking a look of surprise.

"Oh you're awake." He said quietly as he stood up. He looked up to see that the sun was just starting to rise, and stared at it for a moment. His eyes were unaffected by the brightness. "What time is it?"

"Ben-"

"What time is it." He cut him off, and Klaus sighed.

"I don't know." He shrugged. "Maybe five, six in the morning? Why?"

"I don't know." He huffed. "Just wondering." Just wondering, just changing the subject as quickly as possible, all the same to Ben.

"Ben, are you-"

"You should probably find something to eat." He cut Klaus off again. "You spent everything on drugs last night, so you're probably gonna have to go dumpster diving."

Klaus sighed. "Yeah." He got up from his spot leaning against the wall of the alley and began to walk in the direction of the rich neighborhood he regularly frequented when he had nothing to eat. They always threw out the most edible stuff.

They were silent as they walked. Ben was staring straight ahead from beside Klaus, his hood still pulled tightly over his head. Klaus glanced at him every so often, but didn't try to say anything. He didn't want to be cut off again, but he also didn't want Ben to think that he didn't care.

They arrived at the neighborhood fairly quickly, and Klaus opened up the dumpster with a quiet clang, resting his hands on the sides of it and turning to Ben, who was leaning against the wall, arms crossed tightly over his chest.

"Ben, I-"

"It was just a bad night, okay?" He cut him off for the third time that morning, and Klaus huffed. "Sorry you had to see that, or whatever. We don't have to talk about it."

He turned away from the dumpster to fully face him. "Ben. You don't have to be…" He trailed off, searching for the right words now that Ben wasn't interrupting him. "Embarrassed. Or ashamed or anything like that." Ben moved his eyes to the ground, and Klaus sighed. "I'm serious. We were never good at heart to hearts, and we never will be, but that doesn't mean you can't talk to me about shit."

Ben tilted his head to lean against the wall, face turned towards the sky, and Klaus could've sworn that his eyes shined with tears. Could ghosts even cry? Klaus didn't know. He hadn't seen Ben cry since they were kids. Maybe it was because Ben didn't want him to see it.

"You've seen me… go through a lot of shit. You've helped me with a lot of shit. And that's not… a one-way deal okay? I'm-" He paused, clearing the lump in his throat before continuing. "I'm here for you too, asshole."

Ben huffed a laugh, uncrossing his arms and dropping them by his sides. "Yeah, yeah." He turned to face him fully. "Okay." He said softly, and Klaus nodded.

"Alright." He turned and promptly jumped into the dumpster, landing on his ass inside and making Ben huff another laugh. "Help me find something, I'm starving."

Ben rolled his eyes, but jumped inside, pointing out the least moldy options and warning him about the rat preparing to bite his ankle.

And things weren't different after that, by any means. They didn't have heart to hearts, didn't cry about their trauma together, and they definitely weren't any nicer to each other.

But there was more of a mutual understanding, almost. They knew that there could be heart to hearts. They knew that they could talk about shit with each other, since neither of them had anyone else.

And they knew that they didn't have to hide anymore.

Caring about each other wasn't a one-way deal.

#tuacreatorsbingo #tuacreatorsbingo 2020 #malecacidd fic #ben hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #klaus tua #ben tua #tua fic #tua fanfic #em writes

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ghostyprince · 5 years ago

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“I paid $40 so I better die.” with shyan, PLEASE

I’m sooo glad you asked for this!! I saw that one and I was like o h that’s Shane. This got so fucking long compared to what I was planning to write lol. I hope you like this, thanks for the prompt Nini!

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Dread settles over Ryan as soon as they pass the entrance of the haunted house. It’s something new and albeit a bit expensive, only available for about a week in this part of LA, a special little thing to put everyone in the mood for Halloween that’s approaching rapidly.

So when Shane brought up the idea that they should check it out Ryan agreed without hesitation. He loves everything spooky, after all. Loves the adrenaline rush of watching a classic horror movie, or walking into a dusty old place with a history he was spilling over, deep in hours upon hours of research.

Still, appreciating the scare after he’s safe and sound in their hotel room, or stumbling into Shane’s arms lately after the shooting of a particularly difficult to deal with episode is very different from experiencing the damn thing right at the moment with all of his senses and nerves on fire and on edge.

He scoots closer to Shane, just barely, like he’s being all smooth and nonchalant, like the place doesn’t scare the living shit out of him already, but he still has some pride left, goddammit.

“They weren’t kidding in all those ads, huh?” He asks just to break the silence as Shane takes his hand. He reads Ryan so well, he always does.

The warmth of Shane’s big hand on his, their fingers twining together eases something inside him. They officially stepped over the line they’ve been tiptoeing around for months, years even almost a week ago now, but Ryan’s is stomach still does a little flip when they touch each other like this when Shane smiles at him like Ryan is something precious.

“Looks about as most locations we’ve been to. Maybe a little dirtier. But then again, it’s fake dirt so it doesn’t count.”

“I read someone got a heart attack while trying to complete this.” Ryan goes on as he starts walking finally, even though his legs still feel incredibly heavy and his fight and flight senses are yelling at him to get out.

“That’s probably bullshit! I’d say that too if I’d own the place, people love a good story.” Shane scoffs as he squeezes Ryan’s hand, there is a hint of encouragement in it.

It doesn’t do much to ease his mind as he’s trying to make out anything at the end of the hallway, it being just dark enough to fuzz his vision and make shadows and shapes form, taunting him. Regardless, Ryan appreciates the sentiment.

“Say what you want dude, I already feel like I’m on the edge of a heart attack and we barely walked two minutes.” Ryan laughs, it sounds nervous and a little hysterical even to his own ears. He can’t believe he’s losing it already from a poorly lit grimy corridor.

“I paid $40 for this shit, so I better die.”

“Shane!” Ryan wheezes again and the icy grip on his heart lets go just a tiny bit. He sees Shane smiling like he always does when Ryan laughs at his jokes, there is a lazy satisfaction to it and he looks almost proud.

Especially when he’s about to freak out and Shane pulls him back from the edge with a little quip that’s not even that funny but it’s familiar. It says I care about you and I want to take your mind off the thing that scares you or I’m here and nothing bad will happen, everything is okay.

It’s one of the many reasons why Ryan is so in love with him.

They take a turn at the end of the hallway where nothing was waiting for them, thank fucking god. Although, the dead quiet that’s only interrupted by their footsteps might be slightly worse.

About half-way through this nightmare place Ryan never ever wants to experience again, he had to realize Shane didn’t pay $40 to die. He paid to have Ryan cling to him for thirty minutes straight and he seemed completely okay with that. The bastard knew what will happen all along.

Despite that, Ryan wasn’t complaining either, he’s been tightly pressed against Shane’s side like they’ve been glued together, They’ve been walking like that ever since a clown with the creepiest facepaint he had ever seen just leaned out of a window right in front of him. Shane laughed like it was the funniest thing he’s ever seen and Ryan refused to even touch him for a whole three minutes until another guy started getting uncomfortably close.

They’re still barely twenty minutes in and Ryan’s shaking, clutching at Shane’s denim jacket as he’s desperately trying to think of anything else but the thin, pale girl following them for more than ten minutes now. Ryan heard the quiet footsteps that belonged to none of them and almost shit himself when he glanced behind and spotted her. She almost looked normal, like she could be a guest too if it wasn’t for her zombie-like appearance and dead eyes. She was a damn good actor, that’s for sure. The constant looming presence of her behind them puts Ryan on edge as nothing else did before.

But Ryan thought that’s probably the point. It’s a very good scare tactic and he honest to God thinks this is the best use of 40 bucks he could ever spend.

Shane’s long arm wrapped around his shoulder proves to be a good distraction, just like the occasional small kisses he presses into Ryan’s hair. Ryan is hot, probably sweating profusely, he’s gonna be all gross when they finally emerge but Shane’s a warm solid presence next to him, reminding him that everything is okay as long as Shane’s there.

Shane pulls him close when Ryan jumps a little too much after an actor gave them a good spook, startling even Shane, but he takes it like it’s barely anything and Ryan admires that, even though he doesn’t quite understand it. He’s dating a fucking demon.

“I don’t know how you do it. How am I the only one freaking out here?” He says softly, painfully aware of how thin his voice is.

“I am too, a little,” Shane admits. “But I’m also too preoccupied with keeping your heartrate just low enough so you won’t die on me and your little ghost won’t get stuck in a place like this. It’d be depressing.”

“Well, you’re doing a good job.” Ryan lets out a shaky laugh and then stops dead in his tracks. He was about to tease Shane about admitting to the existence of ghosts when he felt a cold hand at the back of his neck like someone was slowly dragging up a finger from his spine to the base of his skull.

It couldn’t have been Shane, his arm is currently wrapped around Ryan’s shoulders, rubbing tight little circles on his upper arm. And when Ryan realizes that, he fucking lets out a yelp, yanking a very startled Shane down with the motion of hooking his arms around his neck.

“What-? What happened?” Shane doesn’t hesitate for a moment to envelop him in a tight hug, sounding actually concerned now.

“Something touched my neck! I felt it. Fuck this, I cant- I hate this place, we need to get the fuck out, Shane.” Ryan can barely form a coherent thought, the words just stumble out of his lips, nearly drowned out by the pounding of his heart in his ear.

Two big, warm hands cup the sides of his as Ryan blinks once and then twice, finally seeing Shane clearly in front of him, goofy smile and all, but eyes full of concern.

“You okay, sweetheart?” Shane asks, lips twitching when he uses the nickname like he didn’t quite mean to say that, it just happened. Which seemed to be a theme when it comes to their relationship, Ryan thinks.

Ryan didn’t mean to throw all his previous fear out the window and kiss Shane at the office party celebrating the end of another amazing and successful season. It just happened. The cocktails he had certainly helped, but it’s been building for a while, and it didn’t matter they both were a little tipsy.It didn’t matter that Ryan squarely missed Shane’s lips and ended up pressing his lips against his chin because Shane’s too goddamn tall and can’t take a fucking hint to just lean down when Ryan is finally brave enough to make a move on him.

To be fair, Shane did, eventually, only for both of them to start laughing against each other’s lips, hardly doing any kissing at all.

But it was surprisingly easy to ask him out after that and take the same bed in their shared hotel room, tangled up, being brave enough to do so now, going to sleep with the promise of dinner together the next day. Just the two of them.

And that’s the thing, everything is so easy with Shane around, even calming the fuck down when something that didn’t quite feel human for sure touched Ryan’s neck.

Ryan wraps his hands around Shane’s wrists, Shane’s hands are still on his face, his thumbs gently stroking Ryan’s cheeks, always so so patient when it comes to calming him down and Ryan’s heart flutters happily.

“Yeah, sorry. Got a little lost in my head. Did you just call me sweetheart?” He asks with that special smile of his that’s only for the occasions of teasing Shane. It works every single time flawlessly.

“Apparently, I did. Any complaints?” He raises his eyebrows, in a challenge, just what Ryan expected. Ryan responds in a way he would’ve done the exact opposite of many years ago. He would’ve laughed and pushed him away, mumbling some nervous half-joke about Shane being weird. Right now, however, he’s pulling Shane down once again, kissing him shamelessly.It’s messy and desperate, probably at least a little inappropriate for the time and place, but it’s a distraction for his frayed nerves.

“No complaints here, big guy.” Ryan murmurs before giving him a last peck on the lips, satisfied with the slightly stunned phase he left Shane in. He wishes he could see him flush. “We should go, I’m okay. Let’s fucking finish this bad boy so I never have to think about this place ever again.”

Ryan’s legs almost give in relief as the last hallways start to get a little brighter than the rest of this terror maze. They made it, they reached the end. To celebrate that fact Ryan stops and pulls his phone out, trying to find the perfect angle that captures them both.

“Are you taking a selfie with me right now?” Shane laughs, brightly, eyes crinkling and there it is, Ryan quickly takes the photo. It’s perfect. “You were hyperventilating not even five minutes ago.” Shane points out, one hand slipping around Ryan’s waist, a move that became natural for them both quickly, that’s evident by the way Ryan melts against him immediately.

They’re stumbling out into the sunlight, their positions making it a bit difficult to walk, but none of them wants to let go. They’re flying high in their honeymoon phase, often annoying their friends and co-workers, but it’s nothing new, really, they’ve been doing that ever since they’ve known each other, getting lost in their little bubble way too often. It’s just a lot grosser now, as TJ kindly pointed it out after their latest Post Mortem.

Shane’s lips curl into a big grin and Ryan can feel the warmth of his face where it’s pressed against his shoulder when Ryan angles the screen so he can see it. The picture of them in Ryan’s Instagram story, captioned with ‘we’re finally out of this hellhole. my boyfriend is the devil.’

Calling Shane his boyfriend publicly gives him a bigger rush than any haunted house or horror movie in the world could. He guesses Shane feels the same if the tightening of his arms around Ryan’s waist and the big kiss pressed onto the base of his neck mean anything.“It wasn’t that scary, you know. Could’ve been worse.” Ryan says after they’ve finally started walking away, hands joined, lazily swaying between them. He laughs bright and loud at Shane’s incredulous expression and how he sputters, calling him out immediately.

“Why the hell were you freaking out then, huh? Wasn’t that scary my ass…” He huffs, slightly shaking his head, like he just can’t believe this guy.

“Alright, that lady following us was fucking creepy. Maybe she was the one who touched my neck.” Ryan reaches up to brush at the spot on the back of his neck. He can still feel it. Shane frowns at him though, quietly and looking very confused. It sends a chill down Ryan’s spine, dread gripping at his heart again when he says the exact thing Ryan was afraid he’d say. He didn’t even notice they both stopped walking.

“What lady?”

“What do you mean what lady?! She was following us for like ten minutes straight! Don’t tell me you didn’t notice her.” His voice goes high, and he feels like he might throw up and Shane has the audacity to shrug, infuriatingly nonchalant.

“Huh, must’ve missed her.” He says and starts walking again, leaving Ryan frozen in place for several seconds before having to run to catch up with those ridiculously long legs.

“Shane, don’t fucking do this to me, you had to have seen her! You fucking asshole!” He adds when Shane only answers with a delightful laugh.

#shyan #skeptic believer #shyan fic #shyan fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfictions #fluff #established relationship #the mystery of the girl remains unsolved #yaboybergara

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salmonthestoryteller · 5 years ago

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It’s cold. Is it supposed to be this cold? Malex spooky prompt.

I combined your prompt with the first week of All Hallow’s Roswell - Hauntings (locations) and Possessions (people), plus it’s a continuation of…

Two Plus Two Equals…

Four Minus One…

A Roswell New Mexico Fanfic

Michael hadn’t thought anything was odd at first. He kept misplacing things, but he put it down to not being used to having so much room. Certain rooms in the house always felt cold to him, but the house was old. It was possible certain walls weren’t properly insulated. He made a mental note to check into it, but it seemed like a minor concern.

Then Alex started accusing him of moving his things, and he knew he hadn’t touched them. Not physically. The suggestion he was doing it subconsciously didn’t sit well with him. His powers were only hard to control in moments of anger, that had been true even in childhood, and he wasn’t angry. If anything, he was the happiest he’d ever been. He didn’t want to believe he could suddenly develop some sort of issue with his abilities. But the fact was, Alex’s crutch hadn’t moved across the room on its own. He moped on Max’s couch for hours, stubbornly refusing to talk about the fight between Alex and him.

Liz was not as indulging, and after she arrived at their home started pestering him with questions. He eventually secured the promise he could stay for the night before he caved in and told her what was going on.

“How large were the items that you noticed being misplaced?” Liz was in full science mode even as she forced him to make supper with her and Max. Apparently, if he planned to eat supper with them, he had to help make it. A part of him would have protested that Isobel never made him do that, and had in fact barred him from her kitchen. But he wanted to have Liz’s opinion on what was happening at the house, so he chopped the vegetables she put in front of him without complaint.

“Small items. Keys. My hat. My notebook once.”

“What about Alex’s items?”

“I’m not sure what items he lost. He said his crutch was against the far wall.”

“Anything else odd happening?” Liz grabbed one of the sliced pieces of green pepper of his chopping board to munch on.

“Things are falling. Pictures off the walls. Things fall off the kitchen counter.”

“Huh.”

“Maybe you have a ghost.” Max suggested from where he was setting the table.

“Right, Max.” Liz rolled her eyes.

“In horror novels, poltergeist activity often are early clues of a haunting.”

“Well, there have been no random stacks of objects.” Michael informed him.

“I said horror novels, not B rated paranormal movies.” Max responded.

“Hey, they’re based on true stories.”

“Can we go back to the scientific side of things?” Liz broke in.

“Please, do.” Michael told her.

“You only lose control of your powers when you’re angry.”

“Yeah, exactly, but I’m not angry.”

“But things are moving, and you do have telekinetic abilities. Logically, it would make you the culprit.”

“That’s what Alex said!” Michael slammed down the knife, glowering at the cutting board as if it were to blame for the problem. “But I don’t lose control of my powers unless I’m angry, and I’m not angry!”

Liz shot him a pointed look.

“I haven’t been angry.” Michael corrected, though his shoulders relaxed again, and his look became more petulant than anything.

“Look, you’ve had to keep a tight rein on your powers for your own safety for a long time.” Liz reminded him. “But now you have your own house, and you’re with someone you trust. Someone who knows your secret. Maybe this issue isn’t because you’re angry. ��It’s because you feel safe, and your powers are leaking out when you are at your open. During sleep.”

“…That makes more sense than I like.” Michael sighed, dropping his chin down onto his chest. “Okay, how do I stop it?”

“We can run some tests. Maybe some baselines while you’re awake. And then again while you’re in an REM sleep.”

“Great. Back to being a labrat.”

“If something is going on with your powers, we need to know about it.” Max pointed out.

“Why aren’t you randomly blowing up stuff in your sleep? You and Liz have been doing the living together thing longer.”

“We have blown things up before.” Liz’s grin was wicked. Max burst out laughing.

“Gross.” Michael complained. “I could have done without those details.”

“That wasn’t detailed, I can give you detailed.“ Liz offered.

“No.”

“It was really hot.”

“Stop.”

“Do you want to guess which room we were in?”

Michael threw a handful of vegetables at her.

——

"I’m sorry.

I spent the night at Liz and Max’s. She and Kyle are going to run some tests to see what’s going on with me. I’ll be here all morning, but I’ll bring lunch home.”

Michael sent the text off as Liz wired him up. Kyle was there already, having brought what equipment Liz didn’t have. The two of them had slowly stocked up on equipment over time, seeing as they were pretty much the only alien qualified doctors around. They’d already drawn blood, and Kyle was glancing at the result in the microscope.

“What’s the verdict, Doc? Will I live?” Michael joked.

“You’re still an alien.” Kyle rejoined.

“Too bad, I was hoping I’d mutated.”

“Nothing seems unusual about your bloodwork. You’re a healthy alien.”

“Okay, first we’ll get a baseline on your readings, and then you’re going to try to fall asleep.” Liz told him, moving to sit down and record whatever the monitors on the table were showing in her notebook.

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep with this stuff on.” Michael admitted.

“Just try. If we can’t get it today, we can plan a different day. Use a type of sedative that works on your biology. But, I’d honestly feel better if Isobel was here for that.”

Michael glanced at his phone, but so far Alex hadn’t texted back. He had the day off, so maybe he was sleeping in late?

When he attempted to fall asleep per Liz’s instructions, he expected it to be difficult. Instead, he slipped into unconsciousness almost instantly.

—–

The house looked different in his sleep. Newer. He couldn’t remember what color they painted it, and a thick mist obscured the landscape. It made no sense, but then he knew he was dreaming. He entered through the front door, only to find the mist filled the inside rooms as well.

“Alex?” He called out, but didn’t receive a reply. He searched the rooms - the kitchen, the den, the downstairs bedroom they used most often. Alex wasn’t anywhere to be found.

It’s just a dream, he told himself. It didn’t mean anything that he couldn’t find Alex, but he could feel his heart begin to pound heavier in his chest. “Alex!”

He hurried up the stairs. The mist swirled about his feet as he began to go room by room, searching - feeling more and more desperate. “Alex!”

The whispers had started out small, but they began to get louder the farther he went. He couldn’t make out words, and yet he felt as if they were so loud he should. When he got to the last room, a familiar figure stood at the window overlooking the land below, and he sighed in relief. “Alex.”

Alex didn’t turn, didn’t look at him - he continued to gaze out the window.

“Alex?” He tried to step into the room, but suddenly a man appeared out of nowhere right in front of him - his face unfamiliar.

“He’s mine!”

The door slammed shut.

—–

“Alex!” His eyes shot open, and he sat up. He was on the couch at Max’s, and Liz was by his side a moment later.

“Michael, are you okay?”

“I just…” He looked around the living room, sunlight pouring in through the windows - so different from the misty horror of the nightmare it was disorienting. “I don’t know.”

“It’s okay.” Liz reassured him.

“How long was I asleep?”

“Not long. Maybe half an hour.” Kyle had risen from the table, but had hung back to allow him space.

“I’ve never had a dream like that before.” He admitted.

“With everything we’ve all been through, there’s nothing unusual about nightmares.” Liz pointed out.

“Yeah, but this was…” He glanced at his phone, and felt a chill when he didn’t see any notification light. “Alex didn’t text me back?”

“I didn’t hear it if he did.” Kyle told him.

“Maybe this wasn’t the best day to run the test.” Liz started to peel the sensors off of him. “Why don’t you go see Alex? We can try again later.”

“Was there any unusual spikes?” He asked her.

“There were some spikes, but you were having a nightmare. We would need a normal REM reading to compare because of your biology.”

“Right, of course.” Michael continued to stare at the phone - willing it to show a message notification that never came.

—–

Despite the promise in his text, Michael didn’t stop for lunch. The dream plagued him, and when he parked in front of the house a part of him was irrationally grateful to see no mist or fog around it. He entered the front door, glancing around - there was no immediate sign of Alex in the living room, but that wasn’t unusual. They’d converted one of the downstairs rooms into a study for him, and he spent more time there than the other rooms.

The house felt chilled, and Michael noted that no fire was burning in the fireplace. That seemed strange, as Alex often lit one when he was home. His SUV was outside, though, so he was almost certain he was still home.

He glanced into the fridge, confirming that - yes - they did need to go shopping or eat lunch out. Maybe Alex would go to the Crashdown Cafe with him. He just didn’t want to stay in the house today, even though he knew it wasn’t logical. Liz was right, nightmares weren’t unexpected given everything that had gone on in their lives - his and Alex especially. Illogical or not, though, he was starting to feel uncomfortable. He heard the creak of the floorboards from the hallway, and turned - expecting Alex - but no one was there.

“Alex?” He called out, but no response came. He stepped out into the hall, but didn’t see anyone, but the creak came again from the living room. He followed the sound, but the room was also empty. The front door was open, and he glanced around suspiciously, moving forward slowly to get a look out the front window. No cars were outside, and he didn’t see anyone on the porch.

Closing the door, he locked it, feeling chilled again. When he turned, Alex was directly behind him. “Shit!” He placed his hand over his loudly beating heart, taking in a steady breath. “You scared the crap out of me, Alex.”

“Who was outside?” Alex asked him, his eyes on the front windows. There was something odd about his tone. It seemed flat. Maybe he was still angry with him?

“Nobody, I must not have shut it properly.” Michael assured him. Alex didn’t say anything in reply, just moved away toward the kitchen, Michael followed him. “You didn’t reply to my text.”

“No.” Alex was studying the room slowly, as if looking for something.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t stop for lunch. I was worried. I had this strange nightmare and…” The temperature in the room dipped, and he rubbed at his arms. “It’s cold. Is it supposed to be this cold?”

“Tell me about the nightmare.” Alex’s voice still sounded odd, and he still wasn’t looking at him. Something about the whole situation was starting to feel wrong.

“Alex, are you still mad at me?” He reached out a hand to touch his shoulder, and the next moment he was flying through the air and slamming against the wall. Instead of falling, he stuck fast - as if an invisible force was holding him there.

Alex turned to face him, and Michael felt a chill run down his spine. On the worst night of his life, a stranger had looked out at him from his sister’s face. It had haunted his nightmares for years. Now a stranger was looking at him out of Alex’s eyes, and he was certain it was a sight that would never leave him.

“Alex doesn’t need you anymore.” It didn’t sound like Alex at all. He didn’t recognize the voice coming out of his mouth any more than the look in his eyes. “Alex is mine.”

End…?

#allhallowsrnm #allhallowsroswell #roswell new mexico #rnm fanfic #spooky prompts #prompt fic #malex #rnm asks

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kncklheads · 5 years ago

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uwu just a lil Luke drabble @snw-cnvs

Luke can’t remember exactly how old he was, maybe six, give or take a year or two, but he remembers the moment. It’s deeply ingrained in his mind as his first real memory, first real experience with things like That. He remembers how back then, seeing That kind of stuff on tv and the like was less common. So one night while sitting around the tv with his family, watching whatever program happened to be on, when a scene where two people, two Men started kissing began to play, Luke was quite surprised. He remembers being confused. Innocently so. There was no malice, no prejudice built up yet, just regular old childlike wonder. Two men can kiss? Who knew? But other than that he didn’t give it much thought. Though he remembers the way his mother and father seemed to shift uncomfortably, how quickly his father changed the channel, muttering about how rubbish the show was, and how when he complained because he’d been watching it, how his mother had scolded him a little too harshly than he thought necessary.

He remembers when he was not much older, how he used to like to draw. He doesn’t anymore. But he does recalls many days spent inside doodling away. At first it was praised, his mother proudly hanging his “artworks” on the fridge in the kitchen for all to see. He always felt so happy when she did that. Because even back then all he wanted was to make her proud. But he remembers how that began to stop, less and less would they go up onto the fridge until they stopped all together. He remembers how it turned into a sigh, into a “ I wish you would stop spending all your time on these silly things, it’s such a nice day outside. You should be out there, kicking a ball around.” He remembers drawing one time in class, and the boy that came up to him and told him with a snicker “That’s Gay.” He’d looked up, taking no offense, not knowing, he’d been confused, “Gay? What’s gay?” He’d asked, because of course there was no talk of such things in his home. He remembers the boy explained it, and he remembers soon after he gave up drawing.

Luke remembers bringing it up to his parents a day or so later. Casually remarking about the boy who’d called him Gay, still not feeling much offense by it. But his parents on the other hand--- a gasp from his mother, a stern frown from him father. Questions that followed, “Why? What would make him say that? What were you doing?” He was surprised by how serious they had taken it. He wondered if he should have taken it more seriously in the moment. He remembers his father, consoling him, actually consoling him. Well in his way anyway. A hand on his shoulder, telling him it’s okay, because they know it’s not true or anything. How next time he needs to stand up for himself. Because it’s not right to let people say mean things to you. His mother interjecting not to start a fight of course, but to stand up for yourself no less. Luke nodded along, now thinking this Gay thing must be pretty bad after all.

Luke remembers how that became such a thing thereafter. Even for him. He did it just as much as everyone else. “That’s so gay” Everything bad, everything dumb, everything gross, was Gay. And they’d all laugh about it. And boy would they get defensive about it too, anytime the comment was directed at them. Luke did the same. Because his parents told him to, and because everyone else reacted that way. So this Gay thing must be pretty bad. By now he had a vague concept of what it was. Guys kissing. Guys in a relationship. Just like men and women only not women. But even then, calling something Gay was more synonym for bad, or gross, and stuff, and less about the actual definition of the word. Though, this only continued for a few years. And then the trend was over. People forgot about it, or people learned and knew better. Luke leaning more towards the latter, truthfully. A little older, a little wiser he felt kind of bad for using it like that for so many years. Not that he really thought about it much.

He remembers one night, having dinner with his family as usual, when his mother spoke up. “Oh dear, have you heard? The Turner’s boy,” And then her voice was hushed, like she didn’t want people to overhear, to somehow hear through the walls of the house “He’s one of those... he’s Gay.” And there was, of course, a certain amount of horror to her voice, but also an certain amount of excitement, because his mother always liked to gossip, and she loved reporting it all back to his father. His father barely looked like he was even paying attention, until she said that though, then he sure was. He asked a few more questions, how did she know, what did the family say, those kinds of this. “Oh poor Darcy,” His mother said, a hand to her heart and a genuine look of sympathy on her face, “She must be so devastated. He’s her only son you know. He’s all she’s got and now hes--” She shook her head, sighing, “I mean could you imagine?? If our Luke-- if he--” And she couldn’t even finish the sentence, but Luke knew what she was going to say. But Luke wasn’t paying much attention. His mind was occupied with thoughts of Davy. Davy Turner.

They weren’t the best of friends mind you. He was just in the neighborhood, and they hung out. They used to be a bit closer when they were a little younger. But friendships were fickle around their age, every week you had a new designated “Best Friend”. But they did spend time together. Luke had liked him honestly. His mother gasped, and it brought his attention back to them, and suddenly eyes were on him. “Come to think of it, you were friends with that boy weren’t you? You even stayed at his house a few times. Oh, Luke darling, he didn’t do anything did he? You know you can tell us.”

He thought back to one night, in one of their being “Best Friends” weeks. They shared a bed because there wasn’t another one, and there was nothing wrong with that. It was big enough for the two of them anyway. He remembers when they were sent to bed, and it was lights off, but of course they stayed up talking for a while. He remembers Davy holding his hand, and Luke hadn’t really thought anything of it. He remembers Davy smiling, big and wide, and so happy, he remembers how infectious it was, how it made even him smile. He remembers Davy saying, just before they finally went to bed “I really like you Luke, it’s always fun when you stay over.” It was innocent, and at the time it was nice. Who wouldn’t want to be liked after all? Luke had even said “I like you too.” Though even then he didn’t think he meant it as much as Davy did.

“No.” He said, shaking his head and putting that moment out of his mind. “ He never did anything.” He always seemed so normal. He was just like all of Luke’s other friends. He liked all the same things they did. He played with them all. Luke never could have guessed it.

After that, Luke remembers that he didn’t play with Davy Turner anymore, no one really did. He wouldn’t be allowed to, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to anyway.

Years past and Luke was in high school. There were more incidences like those of course, little things here and there, but those were ones that always stood out to Luke.

Luke remembers in school, there were always rumors, this and that, about this person and that person. Never confirmed, so they all passed eventually. But that didn’t mean to subject of the rumors didn’t suffer while they were happening, and even after honestly. That was something Luke didn’t participate in. Not that he stopped it either. He didn’t see that big an issue really. Who cares if someone was Gay? As long as they kept it to themselves it didn’t really impact his life. But most of his friends weren’t the same. Most of the people in school weren’t the same. They all seemed to take personal offense to it. So there was a lot of bullying. Luke tried to look the other way.

Until one time during high school. He might have been seventeen or so. And there was another rumor. Only this time it was confirmed. Almost proudly so. Which-- was just-- beyond Luke. It genuinely shocked him. How could someone just come out and say that?? Didn’t he know what would happen afterwards? How people would react? And boy did they. It was the worst bullying Luke had seen thus far. And it was relentless. Even when he wasn’t around, Paul, that was his name, people talked, harsh brutal talk that almost made Luke cringe. But he didn’t of course. He just laughed along, however forced. Sometimes, rarely, if it got too bad he’d say something, tell them to cut it out. Maybe throw in a “Why do you care so much? You Gay too or something?” To tease. Which was always met with the biggest, grandest denials.

But there was one day in particular. Luke had come late to school, he can’t really remember why, doctors appointment or something. He’d stopped at the bathrooms before going to class, not trying to waste a little more time, certainly not, Luke was totally studious and would never. He walked in and heard someone coughing. At first he didn’t think anything of it. Until the coughing turned into more coughing, and groaning, and all in all sounding like someone having a very bad time. He hesitated, but he knocked on the stall, thinking it was closed until it swung open to reveal Paul. Poor, poor Paul. With the worst beating Luke had ever seen him cop. He actually gasped, he actually flinched back. That’s how bad it was. Paul was leaning against the toilet for support, just to sit up, bloodied and bruised. And Paul looked none too pleased to see Luke.

And honestly. If he’s being really really completely totally honest... part of him wanted to turn around and leave Paul there. It wasn’t his business. Paul wasn’t asking for help. So he could have. But he didn’t. And that’s what counts, right? He hopes so. That’s what makes him feel better whenever he thinks about it, and thinks about that moment where he could have left him, where he almost left him, but didn’t.

“Holy shit, Paul--- I- what happened?? Who did this to you??” He could already guess though. “Who the fuck do you think?” Paul snapped back, proud as ever, despite the grimace on his face and the obvious pain he was in, “Your best friends, that’s who. What, sorry you missed out on the fun or something? Come back to get your piece of the action too?” Luke couldn’t tell you how bad that made him feel, deep down, that someone would seriously expect him to do something like this, to someone like him, because of who he hung out with. He found he couldn’t really reply though. I mean what could he even say? No, of course not, I’m not like them. I don’t bully people. I just watch, and laugh, and let it happen? Instead he opted to crouch down next to him, sympathy written into his features, shaking his head a little. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Paul... This is-- this is fucked up.” He apologized on behalf of HIS friends. Because even though he wasn’t apart of it he still felt somewhat responsible. And so he should. “Let me help you. I’ll take you to the nurses office. You can’t-- you needa get help.”

And Luke wasn’t taking no for an answer. This was the bloody least he could do. He felt like he had to, as if it would somehow make amends, or at least partly so. Despite the initial protests, Luke got him up, an arm over his shoulder to help him stand and walk. It was a lot of groaning and grunting, but eventually he got him there. And alas the nurse was not there. So of course Luke couldn’t leave him. He just couldn’t. He wasn’t an expert, but playing all kinds of sports his whole life, he’d come across his fair share of injuries. So he could at least get the job started, he could at least do something.

He can’t really remember how long they spent together that day. It probably wasn’t even that long. But they talked for a while, and he was actually a pretty cool guy. Luke hadn’t really ever spoken to him before. Well, he kind of actively avoided him to be honest. But now it almost felt like he was missing out. Paul was funny. Luke thought he actually would have made a good friend. If things were different. And Paul seemed to have similar sentiments. Eventually. It took a little while for him to warm up to Luke, all things considered.

“You know, I‘m not actually even fucking gay,” Paul at said at one point. And Luke remembers this so clearly, so vividly, because it really changed thing. Like it really really changed things. “What ? But I thought-- you’ve never denied it... I’ve heard you openly tell people and stuff?” “Yeah, I do, but I’m not gay, man. I’m bi.” “You’re what?” “Bi. Bisexual. Y’know? I like both. Guys and girls. I guess... think of it as half gay if that’s easier for your neanderthal, jock-y brain to understand.” “That’s a thing?? You can like both???” Because Luke had genuinely never known. He’d never heard of it before. It was also so black and white. It was always, Gay or not gay. Wrong, or right. But this was one hell of a grey area and it changed everything.

Eventually the nurse came back and the conversations stopped and Luke left. And he’d figured that was the end of it.

But it wasn’t unfortunately.

It was maybe a week later, or maybe a little less. But Paul was back at school, after a few days off. And before class started he came over to Luke while he was at his locker. He smiled, and greeted him. But Luke-- well... he greeted him back, however stiffly, however uncomfortably, because Luke was raised polite like that. He can’t really remember what exactly Paul was even saying. He thinks he was too panicked to pay full attention. Because behind Paul, walking down the hallway, were his friends. They hand’t seen him yet, hadn’t seen Paul, but they would. Luke thinks Paul was saying thank you actually, saying thanks for helping him out, and that maybe he’d judged him too quickly, maybe he was a good guy after all. But he fucking wasn’t. Because he wasn’t fully listening, and all he could think about was how he wanted Paul to leave, all he could think about was what his friends would say, what they would think. And then they saw him. And the looks on their faces, the utter confusion, some even bordering on disgust.

“Luke?” Paul asked, when it was clear he wasn’t really listening. “I... uh... I gotta go. Sorry.” He said, quickly shutting his locker and jogging over to his friends, who were all giving him suspicious looks, looking over at Paul too. “What’re you doing talking the the Fag??” They asked, and Luke had laughed it off, dismissed it, lied, said Paul came up to him and he has no idea why. In his desperation to clear his own name he even said, “Who knows, maybe he’s into me or something?” And laughed at how gross, disgusting, that would be. “Oh don’t worry. You’re not my type.” He heard from over his shoulder, from Paul, standing right behind him, having heard him laughing and making fun of him. And boy did he look unimpressed. He didn’t say anything else before he walked off. He didn’t need to. All Luke’s friends were laughing, elbowing Luke and joking around. And Luke tried to laugh along, but honestly he just felt shitty. Because he was shitty. He was a shitty person and Paul was probably right about his first impression of him. He just didn’t know what else to do though. Not that it really excused it.

Luke thought about it more than he’d care to admit. He could never look Paul in the eyes again, not that he really did in the first place. Whenever he saw him he just felt guilty, he felt shitty.

But there was one more time they interacted, before Paul moved schools and Luke never heard from or of him again. Aside from that time he found him on facebook years later and debated trying to friend him or not, for like two whole hours. He ultimately decided not to.

It was one day, a while later. And he was walking to class as usual with a few of his friends, talking about god knows what. “Oh shit, what’s Tim doing?” One of them said, in amusement, laugh in his tone. And when Luke looked down the hall to see, he saw Tim, and he saw Paul, and he saw Tim shoving Paul roughly against the locker, he saw Paul’s books already scattered, dropped on the ground. He saw people watching and whispering, some laughing and grinning, and he saw no one helping. His friends were some of the ones laughing, approaching to get a better view. Luke moved along with them wordlessly, his heart racing in his chest. He didn’t want to see this. He didn’t want to know about. It was easy to ignore when he was just hearing stories, but when it was happening right in front of him, how could he possibly ignore that?

Well he tried to. But when he saw Tim raise his fist, ready to give Paul another beating, he couldn’t, he just couldn’t. He really fucking tried to but he couldn’t. Before he even knew he was doing it was was shoving Tim to the ground, yelling at him to fuck off. Everyone was surprised, Luke was fucking surprised, breathing heavily, standing in front of Paul like he was guarding him or something.

It... well, it escalated from there. And instead of Paul copping a beating, Tim and Luke shared one between them. Until a teacher, a couple actually, came by and broke up the fight. But each of them managed to get a few good hits in. They were suspended, obviously. Luke’s first time. Not Tim’s. And Luke was not looking forward to his parents finding out, rightfully so.

They wanted to know how it happened, Tim was his friend after all. His mother seemed more concerned, his father muttering something about boys being boys. Luke didn’t want to tell them. He really didn’t want to tell them. But his mother wouldn’t let it go. So he told them he was standing up for someone. Who? They’d asked. Paul. Paul who? Luke didn’t have any friends called Paul, so who was he? Why did he need Luke to stand up for him?

They were both silent for what felt like the longest, most painful time after Luke finally told them exactly who Paul was. Looking between each other, then back at Luke. He didn’t look back at either of them. And it was only now that his father seemed to have a problem with the fight. Why did Luke care after all? Who was Paul to him? What, was he his boyfriend or something?? “Of course not.” Luke had snapped back. He’d tried to explain that he just didn’t think it was right. He didn’t think it was okay to beat on someone just because they happened to like guys. His father didn’t agree, going on a big long, shouted rant about how They deserved it, how if They were going to act that way, then they deserved what was coming to them. How he’d never allow one of Them in his house and on and on and on. His mother calmed him down eventually, consoling him, telling him Luke wasn’t like that, he was just a boy with a big heart who didn’t know any better. His father left in a huff shortly after. That was when his mother sat down next to him, all the care in the world in her eyes, a hand reaching out to gently brush over the bruise on Luke’s cheek. “My poor boy.” She’d said, and she meant it, she cared about Luke, she really did, she loved him so much. But, “I know you want to help, darling... But.. sometimes it’s better to not get involved. It’s better to.. leave Those People alone. They’re not like you, They made their choice. It’s not your fault if something happens to Them for it. And it’s not your responsibility to help Them.”

Luke didn’t agree, he still didn’t really agree. But he nodded along with it. Just to get it over with honestly. And that was the last they ever spoke of it. It was never brought up again, never discussed. It was swept under the rug and forgotten. By them at least.

But Luke remembers it very clearly.

#luke || ( HEAD CANONS )#luke || ( DRABBLE )

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sickfic-with-kiko · 6 years ago

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I don´t know if you have done this before, but Hinata getting sick on the bus to a training camp. Hinata and the others just pass it as motion sick ness with a tad bit of nervousness, but it actually some stomach virus. So he is bedridden a day or two at the camp (with a caretaker) before Ukai let him on the court ( Tobio is more down because he can't set the ball to hinata, which the other thinks is kind of sweet since Tobio is hinatas rival) thank a lot if you do it!bonus for lot of puke

Heya, I hope this is okay! I’m not dead, just obsessed with JJBA and Touhou. I might write for JoJo…

It seemed normal when it had started. But in fact, it was something more sinister than what anyone would have expected.

“It” being Hinata’s complaint of nausea on the bus, there wasn’t a single person who suspected anything other than pre-training camp jitters. “Just don’t puke on me, dumbass.” Kageyama grumbled, closing his eyes.It was still midnight, and he had no intention of neglecting his self-care in any way.

“Shut up! I won’t!” Hinata bit back, but he wasn’t sure if he could promise anything when it came to his stomach. After all, he had already thrown up on Tanaka before, and there was no solid evidence that it would never happen again. Luckily for Tanaka, he was well away from the danger zone if Hinata were to vomit.

Sugawara cast a half-worried, half-exasperated look at Hinata and Kageyama. “Go to sleep. If any of you guys feel unwell, tell me, Asahi or Daichi,” after a moment, he added, “maybe not Asahi, after all. He’s too squeamish to deal with that type of stuff.”

Kageyama and Hinata let out a groan of agreement, and the bus fell silent once again. Hinata closed his eyes the same way Kageyama did,but he was sure Kageyama wasn’t feeling as uncomfortable as him. A sheen of sweat rolled down his neck, and he squeezed his eyes shut tighter.

His stomach was churning, in a really bad kind of way. It created a sense of impending doom, washing back and forth like a wave. He wanted to go to sleep, but he didn’t feel good. It felt like his gut was being stabbed and prodded repeatedly by a needle.

Hinata could feel the colour draining from his face. He refused to throw up. There was nothing he could do besides tough it out. He had no idea where they were on the road, and he wasn’t going to get sick in the middle of nowhere.

He placed his palm on his stomach, hoping it would calm down on its own. If he fell asleep, he couldn’t throw up, right? The pain in his stomach only spiked in intensity, causing him to double over and groan.

“Hey, you okay?”

It was Nishinoya, who had woken up and caught sight of Hinata looking noticeably pale and sick. He had always been a light sleeper, particularly on buses and other vehicles. He peeped into Hinata’s face as close as he could from where he sat, which was only just safe from potential disaster.

“My stomach feels kind of weird,” Hinata muttered, and Nishinoya only raised a brow. He didn’t understand the urgency of the situation, which was somewhat justified. It wasn’t rare that Hinata complained of stomach problems when he was on the bus, and Nishinoya had it in him to laugh about it.

“Really? Again, Shouyou? You’re pretty good at making it a recurring theme.” Nishinoya laughed, obnoxiously. “It’s probably just nerves as usual. It’ll get better! Just don’t puke on this bus. That’d be pretty gross.”

Hinata internally sighed when he realized that Nishinoya wasn’t the best when it came to handling sick people. “Nerves are what made me sick so many times. I think it’d be better if we pulled over.”

Even when there was nothing to be nervous about, Hinata’s body had an inconvenient way of telling him that he was nervous. And it would all go to his stomach, whether he liked it or not.

His stomach hurt worse, the more he thought about it. The sick feeling didn’t go away either, and his mouth tasted warm. It was too late when he knew what was going to come.

“I’ll just get Suga-san then. He’ll know what to do.” Nishinoya nodded uncertainly, as if to say that he had no idea what to do except shift the responsibility onto the vice captain. “Sugawara-san, can you help us out?” Nishinoya didn’t take no for an answer, poking at Sugawara’s cheek until he woke up with a groan.

“What’s the matter?” Sugawara yawned, and Nishinoya wasted no time before dragging his attention towards Hinata. “Wait, is he sick? Was I too late?”

Luckily no, Hinata thought. But he definitely wasn’t lucky. His stomach cramped again, and the nausea crept up his throat. He couldn’t say anything, for fear of losing his dinner on his lap. Nishinoya would have to guess what he had to say.

“We should probably pull over. It’s not a good idea to continue like this.”

Thankfully, Nishinoya knew what to say. But that wasn’t relevant when Hinata felt like he was already seconds away from throwing up. His throat was burning with acid, and he needed to hold his palms to his mouth to prevent himself from vomiting right then.

“Okay.” Sugawara scampered off to get Ukai to stop the bus, but it was impossible to reverse what was already taking place. Hinata started gagging into his palm, much to the horror of Nishinoya and Tsukishima who had just woken up.

“Hinata, don’t you dare throw up,” Tsukishima said in an almost threatening manner, but it did little to help the situation. Hinata was already at the stage where he was trying to hold down his stomach contents that kept rushing up to his mouth.

Before Hinata could even process what was happening around him, the worst case scenario started unfolding. He coughed out a stream of undigested food, and the floor was splattered with vomit. He retched again, and more sick poured out in between his fingers.

Kageyama woke up beside Hinata at the worst possible time, letting out a scream once he caught up with what was happening. “Hinata, dumbass! I told you not to throw up!” He yelled, more shaken up than actually angry.

As Hinata threw up a stream of stomach acid onto the seat and the floor, more of the team woke up from the commotion. A cacophony of screams and crashes echoed in the bus as students tried to climb over each other to avoid the mess, while Sugawara ploughed through them to rub Hinata’s back and drag him away from the mess.

“It’s all right. Just tell us when you feel sick next time, yeah?” Sugawara was slightly unimpressed by the turn of events, but if he was angry, he didn’t show it. He dragged Hinata away from the mess, grabbing spare clothes from his enamel bag.

None of the others were happy about waking up in the middle of the drive to discover that Hinata had thrown up in the bus, but they all evacuated swiftly. They had done this before, when Hinata’s nerves had gotten out of control. This time was no different, just slightly harder to clean up.

Nobody thought much of it afterwards, when they arrived at Shinzen High School shortly after dawn. The other schools were there to greet them, seeing as Karasuno was the last to arrive. The students started to mingle with each other, and Bokuto was eager to teach his disciple a thing or two.

“Go to sleep, you bunch of idiots! We’re going to be starting early tomorrow!” Naoi’s voice called out, and Bokuto jumped.

“Crap! I gotta go to my own team. See ya later, shrimpy-kun!”

Bokuto bounced away as quickly as he approached him, screaming out Akaashi’s name and leaping onto his shoulder. As Akaashi gave a yell of protest, Bokuto’s laugh echoed brighter than ever.

Hinata followed his team over to their designated sleeping area, rolling out the futons for everyone to lay down on. Although he was glad he could finally rest, there was a noticeable sense of dread sitting in the pit of his stomach. Weird as it was, Hinata knew how his body acted in mysterious ways sometimes.

He ignored the faint cramps in his stomach and lay down beside Kageyama to go to sleep. Kageyama was already passed out, grinding his teeth in his sleep while using his arm as a pillow. Hinata found the way he slept funny, really. It seemed like a punishment, almost.

When Hinata woke up the next morning, it was so hot he peeled off the quilt without hesitation. It was summer, but the heat really was different in Tokyo. It was humid like a sauna, and Hinata debated on whether to take off his t-shirt, just for a moment.

“Mornin’, Hinata!” Tanaka ruffled his carrot-like hair from behind, flashing a grin. “Guess it finally begins, huh? We’re gonna impress the hell outta them, especially Nekoma!”

Hinata nodded eagerly. “Yeah!” The two chanted in unison, waking up a few other teammates in the process. The rest were dragged out of their sleep by Nishinoya. He hurled the curtains open, allowing light to fill up the room.

“Did you all sleep well last night?” Daichi’s question was met with a series of nods. “Good.We’re in for a tough day of practice, but let’s do our best so we won’t be bombarded with penalty runs.”

Breakfast was served shortly after, but Hinata didn’t feel hungry. He would have been arguing with Kageyama about who takes the last fried chicken piece, but he only picked at rice and some boiled vegetables.

“Hinata, are you not gonna eat?”

Sugawara glanced at him, observant as ever. It was impossible to let anything slide in front of him, and Hinata let out a nervous laugh. “I’m fine! I mean, I already ate a lot so I’m good!” He hadn’t eaten much at all, but any other excuse and Sugawara would have immediately become suspicious.

Practice matches rolled around, and Hinata knew that something was wrong. He could barely get a good spike in, and his receives were so flimsy he might as well have had jelly for arms.

“Oi, what is wrong with you today?” Kageyama glared at him, exasperated. “You’ve been acting weird since this morning.”

Hinata turned away from him. His stomach cramps had gotten worse, and he needed to sit down. But he couldn’t open his mouth to say that. If he did, he was sure he would throw up. Although his play wasn’t great, it wasn’t bad enough for him to get benched.

His stomach felt tight, like a knot was pressed against it. If he got his head in the game,maybe he would feel somewhat better. And so, he pushed himself harder to prepare for another spike. He was surprised Kageyama was even setting for him, but he couldn’t go back once he was in the air.

His hand came into contact with the volleyball, but he had no idea whether his spike was successful or not. He collapsed onto his knees, curling into himself. A stab of pain erupted in his gut, spreading upwards.

“Hinata? What happened?”

Sugawara peered into Hinata’s face worriedly, but it was too late for even him to do anything. Hinata was already gagging, and his hands flew up to his mouth in a last-ditch attempt to stop the inevitable from happening.

A splash of vomit spilled onto the floor, spurting in between his fingers. It was a lot more uncomfortable this time round, mainly because of the stomach pain that grew worse with each heave. He could hear curses around him, and a lot of screaming too, but that mattered less than what was happening to him now.

The second round of vomiting began, and he learned the hard way that rice wasn’t pleasant to throw up. His throat and nose burned badly, and the floor had beensplattered with vomit. When the waves of nausea finally diminished, Hinata couldn’t do anything except stay frozen in confusion and pain.

“Come on.You need to rest. You can’t play in that condition.”

Sugawara and Ennoshita led Hinata out of the gymnasium, grabbing him a bottle of water and laying out a futon for him. Hinata would have been embarrassed, but he couldn’t register that over the pain that shot through his abdomen.

“I thought it would go away,” Hinata muttered. He lay curled up on the soft surface, drained after throwing up everything that he had eaten that morning and some days earlier. His arms wrapped around his stomach protectively, as Sugawara rubbed his back sympathetically.

“It’s not your fault. We all chalked it up to motion sickness yesterday, but I guess that wasn’t it, huh?”

Sugawara reassured him in his nurturing, fatherly way, calming Hinata effectively. He really was a good caretaker, knowing what Hinata needed to hear. Hinata was exhausted, but that meant he could pass out and forget about the pain, so he welcomed the drowsiness.

For the next day, Sugawara stayed by his side whenever he could. Although Hinata apologized repeatedly for the inconvenience, he only shrugged and replied that it was his nature to help a sick first year.

“I’m pretty sure Kageyama is bummed he can’t toss to you. You should have seen him today.”

Sugawara kept him updated on his team, telling him about the wins and losses they had gone through. “Bummed? That Kageyama?” Hinata let out a snort. Kageyama, missing him on the court. He would never admit it if he asked him.

“He does care, you know.” Sugawara smiled sheepishly. “He’s been pulling his constipated face ever since he woke up. I’m begging you, Hinata. Restore order before our team falls to shambles.”

“I’ll be better by tomorrow!” Hinata promised, although he couldn’t guarantee anything. But he couldn’t wait until he could tease Kageyama and catch up on everything he missed. After all, getting sick did have its perks.

#emeto #sickfic #vomiting #hinata shouyou #haikyuu!!#haikyuu sickfic

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verdigrisprowl · 6 years ago

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Feb 11 Dancitron Movie Night - Venom

Due to the fact that rabb.it has fucked up its interface, it’s now impossible to copy/paste the chat more than a few lines at a time, AND it requires messing with the code to even copy/paste the names. Because I had to go the fuck to bed, @slenderwave compiled the log instead of me tonight. Thank u slendy.

Also we probably ain’t gonna have any more movie nights until we find a site without a fucked up interface.

Prowl liked the movie more than he indicated; while actually at the movie, though, he was mainly busy being shaken by the uncomfortable parallels between being Venomed and being Bombshelled/Devastatored. He probably said more to Soundwave tonight about what being under Bombshell was like than he has sum total to anyone else so far.

Specs– ((rabbit is such a shit)) Soundwave– *Soundwave–’s so on time this week it hurts. Everything’s set up, everything’s laid out, and he not only has himself parked at the edge of his couch seat, but he’s already nibbling a little silver ingot - one of several snacks on a small tray on his lap.* ((oh GOD the color)) Prowl– ((… fuck. FUCK.)) Specs– ((I had to manually type in the goddamn URL because trying to paste it in is apparently fucking illegal)) Prowl– ((you can’t copy/paste names anymore.)) SCProwl– ((ah fuck Soundwave– ((oh FUCK)) Prowl– ((it only copies the text, not the names. this is going to make logs impossible)) SCProwl– ((oh for fucks’ sake Specs– ((rabbit fucks up everything the movie)) Soundwave– ((i’ll take the logs tonight and look into how to make this work later in the week. don’t worry about it)) SCProwl– ((it looks like a text screen on a phone and i hate it Specs– ((I KNOW RIGHT)) ((oh and it doesn’t autoscroll at least for me so)) Soundwave– *Anyway, bad site design choices nobody asked for and possible future transfers to other sites if any of them are sufficient aside, here we are, and there he is, as ready as ready can be.* Swerve– //that was ridiculous and way more efort than needed rabbit Soundwave– ((deffo looking for another site before next monday. gotta see if anyone else got their shit together or if this is as good as it gets)) SCProwl– *i suppose that means she’s here as well despite rabb.it’s attempts to make that as annoying as possible* Swerve– //smokey mentioned cytube last week as an alternative? but i don’t know if they checked it out to see how it works yet Soundwave– ((noted)) *Soundwave– absently waves the little bar of silver in Prowl–’s direction as a greeting… then remembers WHICH Prowl– that is and pings her a proper Hello instead.* SCProwl– *nods and pings back before finding a place to sit* Twincast– ((*aggressively changes icon* Specs– *enter dragon! it is Palentine’s day, so she’s brought heart-shaped snacks with the Cybertronian word for “friend” carved, iced, and just generally placed on the centers. Other than the fun shape, it’s the same selection as usual. No magnets today.* Hello, Soundwave–! Windchill– (( Jesus H Crust you guys I leave for a few months and Rabbit goes to poop. More than usual. )) Twincast– ((ikr. I’m just glad the text wrap is apparently only broken on my desktop Swerve– //from what i’ve seen text wrap is more broken on firefox than chrome but seems to vary in general Soundwave– [[Greetings, dragon. Feeling filled with friendship today?]] Twincast– ((ah, yeah. I use FF exclusively, so : ’) RIP my soul *quietly enters room as if he doesn’t randomly disappear for months on end* Specs– Isn’t that human friendship holiday coming up? I don’t know if you theme for that one like you do for the human scaring holiday, but just in case, I thought I’d make them thematic. Soundwave– *Soundwave– glances at Twincast–, back to the screen, and then RIGHT back to Twincast–. Well that’s a sight for sore optics right there, isn’t it.* [[Greetings. Rumble is not in attendance tonight, if you have brought your… friends.]] Blaster– ((WHAT THE FRESH FUCK RABBIT!? Twincast– Nah, just me tonight. Though, I’m sure Rewind would be disappointed to hear that, if he was Soundwave– [[Frenzy requested he theme to this human holiday, yes. Said this one was perfect for it.]] ((rabbit is a pile of butts, i’ll be looking for alternatives as soon as i can after tonight)) Blaster– ((It went…badly, trying to get here Twincast– ((same. clicking the link kept redirecting me so I ??? had to pull some copy+paste black magic Windchill– (( It used to be a good livestream alternative, I don’t understand why they’d make it so hard to actually get into a room. ‘Cept it didn’t even ask for a name when I typed the url in, it just bypassed it so as best as I can tell the whole vetting process is entirely ineffective. )) Swerve– //same Blaster– ((ditto, kept redirecting me SCProwl– Which human holiday are we not observing this time? Specs– ((I had to type it in manually)) Windchill– (( Yup. )) Blaster– ((yeah Swerve– //i like how their 'this is the new rabbit’ window too was all like 'people asked for this!!’ no. no we didnt Specs– I’m glad I themed, then! I hope the snacks meet with Frenzy’s approval. Twincast– ((I think we’re perma invited to this group now, though? At least that’s how it worked for the subgroup I made the other day Blaster– ((literally did not ask for this, I liked the old one damnit Swerve– //seems so based on how i’m still in smokey’s from sat night Tarantulas (( is here ooc for the Good Goo Content and hopes rabbit doesn’t ruin the fun Soundwave– [[Valentines’ Day, as far as he knows. It is when humans consume large amounts of chocolate and appreciate their closest friends and companions. He is told the beings in this film adore chocolate as well and have very close relationships.]] Swoop– ((AHA!)) Twincast– ((WELCOME Windchill– (( YOU MADE IT )) Swoop– ((Dude. Fuck rabbit forever. I shouldn’t have to type the damn URL by hand.)) SCProwl– Chocolate is a type of food, right? Swoop– ((Thanks for coming to the rescue man 😮 )) Windchill– (( Ur welcome. )) Blaster– -don’t mind Blaster– making his way in, for once NOT looking half asleep/dead on his feet- Swoop– ((Wow. This update seriously sucks. It doesn’t scroll down when I send something to the chat. I’m manually scrolling. No way that’s going to get old. Bleh!)) Windchill– (( Gonna go grab a drink that fiasco has got me SWEATING brb. Or maybe it’s this houserobe but you know what. I’m gonna blame rabbit anyway. )) Soundwave– ((stop taking the remote, it may bug out and i can’t get it back)) ((not you, just a general thing)) Windchill– (( I was about to ask I didn’t even notice. )) Prowl– ((I fucked around with a rabbit style and got a way to copy/paste everything again)) SCProwl– ((it gave it to me automatically when i first jumped in, think it’s another issue with this new look Windchill– (( Could be, maybe they’ll get rid of the issue because I can’t imagine that it’s intentional. )) ((Or, don’t want to imagine. )) Specs– ((bots suck enough without having them able to control the remote)) Prowl– ((so we’re back in business, except now I’m fucking pissed off)) Soundwave– [[Yes, chocolate is a human fuel. It is easily melted and not of much value to their internal systems, but they seem to like it.]] Specs– It probably tastes good to them. SCProwl– Not unlike some of the things Cybertronians consume. Soundwave– ((i mistimed by two minutes but whatever - GRAB YOUR SNACKS AND USE YOUR BATHROOMS here are your warnings we start at 8)) ((VENOM // Violence, blood, and death, exposed broken bone, scientific/medical abuse, animal death, body horror, the general grossness of the unbonded symbiotes, seriously bad flashing lights (after eddie fucks with the keypad), moderately bad flashing lights (during a fight scene), I don’t know what you’d call eating out of the garbage but definitely that, vomit, misogynist language, people being in other people’s minds.)) Twincast– *finally slides into seated position–because guess who just realised they were still standing?–and waves at the other Blaster–!* Swoop– ((Dear god. Is everyone having to scroll to keep up with the chat or is it just me?)) Twincast– ((scroll is working… ok for me? my posts get slightly swallowed into the void tho Windchill– (( Mine is automatic, it seems to be affecting everyone differently. )) Swerve– //i’ve noticed that i only hae to anually scroll if i change tabs; as long as i stay in rabbit it auto scrolls Swoop– ((It doesn’t move at all when someone says something new. I’d refresh the page but I might never make it back here.)) Windchill– (( Sorry to hear it’s being an Extra Butt though. )) Blaster– -blinks at the other, waving slightly in confusion- Hi? Prowl– ((mine’s autoscrolling)) Windchill– *He’s here, uglier than ever and wearing one (1) more accessory than usual.*

Swerve– //are you using FF? from what i’ve seen people using firefox have more issues than people using chrome Soundwave– ((everyone. and because i really don’t want to spend all night on a good movie complaining about stuff none of us can change: - yes i will be looking for alternatives but i can’t promise they exist - yes the chat probably will not autoscroll for most of us - this update is a trashfire - i don’t know how to fix it and i’m sorry, i only found out about it an hour ago - let’s just do what we can with what there is tonight all right)) Swoop– ((chrome)) Specs– (mine isn’t autoscrolling even on the tab- and I’m using chrome)) Blaster– ((mine throws my replies into the void Specs– ((yessir slendymun)) Blaster– ((kaaay Swerve– //rip Twincast– @boom Sup? *he is reasonably sure you’re one of Nocturne’s… things. gotta say hi!* Windchill– (( Thank for subs. )) Swoop– *scampers in, oblivious to any theme or upcoming holiday* Windchill– *Ignorance is bliss.* Blaster– Um…. Swoop– HI : > Soundwave– ((no prob, i use them myself so i get it)) Windchill– *Will stop blocking the door with his butt maybe.* Blaster– Do….do I know you? Soundwave– *Soundwave– kicks back. It’s time. He’s been looking forward to this ever since it first appeared on his human datanet feed.* Swoop– *waves at said butt* Windchill– *His butt would reciprocate but that would be weird, so he waves with his hand instead.* Twincast– Maybe not, but–think you know'a friend of mine. Looks a lil bit like our host *kind of. Slendy is a unique beast* Windchill– Swoop–. Swoop– hi Blaster– …………….. Windchill– Hi, you Swoop–. Soundwave– *Glances to Twincast–. Now who’s he talking about over there?* Swoop– HI! Keheheh. You a bad door. No moving. Windchill– You know. I could make all sorts of inappropriate jokes about openings with that…but I won’t. Blaster– I’m…yeah, we met Swoop– Me Swoop– like jokes : > Windchill– *He’s gonna find a spot on the floor to sit instead.* Who knows, maybe you’ll hear some other jokes. Swoop– *scampers in and begins his Bird hunt* Blaster– …………….. Windchill– Ah, yes, the poison movie. Blaster– Hey, uh, Soundwave–? Twincast– Hope he didn’t traumatise you too much – Twincast–. Blaster– formerly Windchill– About poison. Soundwave– *There is no Bird tonight. There is enough trouble keeping up as is. Soundwave– wants to enjoy this his own lone self.* [[Yes, Blaster–?]] Windchill– Wait, no. *Has to cup his chin and recheck the definition of poison versus venom.* Eh. Swoop– *is CRUSHED by the lack of Bird and SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHHHS* Blaster– That…thing. Did it just posses the woman? Windchill– *Snickers.* Blaster– And no, he didn’t Soundwave– [[An investigative journalist breaking into scandals and coverups? He approves of such nosiness.]] Smokescreen– ((OH THERE WE GO Blaster– Just…um…wait Soundwave– [[And yes. It does seem it did.]] Blaster– You used to be named Blaster–? Smokescreen– /Smokescreen–’s running in and is hopping onto the couch./ Soundwave–! Soundwave–, how are you? Twincast– Yeah, changed it post-war 'n got this fancy, blue paint scheme to boot. Blaster– Ah. Thanks. Swoop– ((I was getting bacon what’d I miss)) Soundwave– *Soundwave– startles and automatically flips Smokescreen– overhead and down onto the floor. DON’T DO THAT TO HIM.* [[…He apologizes.]] Swoop– *climbs Windchill– to perch* This a GOOD movie? Smokescreen– /OW- Smokescreen–’s staying on the floor for a few minutes, but gives a thumbs up. That was pretty cool, actually!/ Soundwave– ((eddie brock is an investigative journalist, he’s picking up a big report with the guy at the head of the Life Foundation and doesn’t really want it cause fluff piece but has to do it)) Windchill– Dunno, Swoop–. We’re gonna find out. Swoop– ((thx)) Someone DIE? Soundwave– [[He is fine. A little surprised. Obviously.]] *Pause. Lean forward.* [[…Are you injured?]] Blaster– ….so, okay then… Windchill– I guess there was a rocket crash with dead people and a mention of some kind of murder, so yes. Someone died. Smokescreen– Haha, sorry, Soundwave–. Didn’t mean to surprise you! … I’m fine, probably. Just lemme lie down for a little more. Swoop– Crash and die means proooooobably good movie : > Smokescreen– … Can you show me how to do that, Soundwave–? Blaster– …. Windchill– It’s a great start. Prowl– ((as the child of a journalist I am personally offended by how shitty and immoral an investigative reporter he is)) Soundwave– [[All right.]] *He pauses again, then offers a small orange crystal.* [[…Snack? While you’re down there.]] Blaster– Okay, on the grounds that I used to be a reporter, don’t do that. Windchill– Earth is already in space. Everything is in space. Swoop– Them kissy facing. That gross. Windchill– You Swoop– gross. Soundwave– [[And he can show you how, yes. Not tonight.]] Prowl– ((to be fair: it is ENTIRELY valid for an Eddie Brock to be written as a shitty immoral investigative reporter.)) Swoop– Me Swoop– not in space. Me Swoop– on shoulder. YOU gross Windchill– I am gross, thank you for noticing. Soundwave– *Soundwave– would do that. … Not to Prowl–. He wouldn’t break Prowl–’s trust. But he’d totally do it to another bot.* Prowl– ((but the movie acts like we’re like… supposed to side with him for it.)) Blaster– ((Blaster– is just a lil offended. Not much, but just miffed at him Swoop– *points at Windchill–* Ew Windchill– *Sticks his gross glossa out at Swoop–. Likewise.* Smokescreen– Thanks, Soundwave–, that’d be a cool thing to know! And- and yeah. /Smokescreen–’s taking the crystal and is plopping it directly into his mouth./ Soundwave– ((i got the impression we weren’t supposed to like that he did it? everything points out he was a jackass)) Windchill– (( Yes, it bites him in the butt later. )) (( But I’ve seen this a few times so I’ll be quiet. )) Swoop– *blows raspberries* Soundwave– [[Hmph. No surprises regarding Drake’s reaction.]] Windchill– What a delightful sound. Right in my ear. I love it. Blaster– -sighs- Swoop– Kehehh! *points* No eaaar! Ear a human thing. ((eddie looks so shocked)) Prowl– ((so have i; i still feel like we’re supposed to feel bad for him. he doesn’t, like, change.)) Soundwave– *…Takes notes. DEFINITELY don’t do this to Prowl–.* Smokescreen– … Why is she giving him her ring? Windchill– I have audio receptors and they serve the same function as ears. Guess which one is easier to say? Blaster– ….. SCProwl– To end their courtship is my guess. Swoop– EeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeearrrrrUH Blaster– Oh. That really DID come back to bite him Prowl– ((see up here he’s getting consequences. that’s good, that’s valid. but it’s only at the start)) Twincast– Huh Smokescreen– Huh. So is that a ring he lent her or something? Windchill– Everything out of your mouth is an earful. You Swoop– noisy. Swoop– *licks Windchill–’s audio* *extra slobber just for you* Windchill– *SHUDDERS, complete with an ugly face.* Specs– She grabbed a… fish? With her bare hands? SCProwl– Courtship gifts are gifts. Meant to be kept by the receiver. Returning it is a clear gesture of rejection. Swoop– *chirps* Soundwave– [[The ooze creature is so…]] *Hand motion. What’s a word.* [[Oozy.]] Windchill– *Isn’t even going to try to wipe his ear off. Gross.* SCProwl– *not sure the ring was a courtship gift was but it seems like the most likely guess* Swoop– Booger Windchill– My thoughts exactly. A booger transplant. Swoop– Ewwwwwww *grins* Windchill– That’s quite an assumption but okay. Soundwave– [[…They have used precisely one animal. That is insufficient data.]] Smokescreen– He’s… Not a very good scientist, is he? Swoop– Me Swoop– an animal : > Blaster– -shudders- Soundwave– [[Not at all.]] Specs– Clearly not. How many people did he apparently kill? SCProwl– Impatient for the results he wants. Windchill– Are you Swoop– a wild animal? Blaster– That’s disturbing Soundwave– [[At least three.]] Swoop– *is so damn helpful tonight, it’s a shame Bird isn’t here to be helped* Me Swoop– VERY wild! Windchill– *Ear cleaning is so helpful.* I thought so. Swoop– *would lick Bird* Windchill– I’m empty, too. Swoop– Empty? Windchill– It’s a joke. I made it just for you. I thought you liked them. Swoop– ((Wow. He didn’t jump in and make it worse. I’m kind of surprised. I don’t know I’ve ever seen that in a movie before.)) Me do! :V Windchill– So, there’s a joke for you. First one. Swoop– Do it again Windchill– So soon? Swoop– Yah Windchill– These things take time… I’m not ready. Swoop– Slow keheh Windchill– Maybe so. Blaster– ….ow Windchill– Maybe…slow. Swoop– Slow *pokes* poke Twincast– *may be guilty of being that neighbor once or twice* Windchill– Excuse me sir that is my person that you are poking. Swoop– *bobbles his head in a nod* Soundwave– [[…Does he not know what he is there for?]] Smokescreen– Man, Eddie makes me look like I’m doing amazing in comparison Windchill– You making fun of me for being slow? Is that how it is? Blaster– He’s about to find out Swoop– *continued bobbling* Windchill– This man is very dramatic. Prowl– *arrives belatedly and reluctantly* Soundwave– [][][] I? [][][] Windchill– That’s the word I’m using because the others aren’t so polite. Soundwave– *Soundwave– glances at Prowl–’s late arrival. … Well, this isn’t the best scene to come in on, is it.* Prowl– *stops and stares at the screen* Windchill– Maybe you Swoop– slow. Swoop– No no no. Me Swoop– FAST!!! Blaster– -covers face- Windchill– Faster than I am? Prowl– *… tiredly closes optics. he chose a hell of a time to arrive.* Twincast– Mmm, no, that ain’t healthy Smokescreen– Is… Is that normal for humans Swoop– YAH! Me Swoop– waaaaaaaaaaaay faster. Fastest Best Windchill– Eh, you’re probably right. For now, anyway. Smokescreen– /Smokescreen–’s finally starting to get up from the floor to sit down on one of the arms of the couch away from Soundwave– Oh no Swoop– You Windchill– going to be faster later? Soundwave– *You know what, he’s just. He’s just going to make his greeting to Prowl– very subdued and start it with a mark of apology.* Windchill– When I can transform again? Yeah. Now I have to walk everywhere so I do it as slowly as possible out of spite. Swoop– Spite? Who you mad walking at? Windchill– Me probably. Swoop– *slow blinks his confusion out* Windchill– *Just smiles.* *Points* Cat. Blaster– ….huh Windchill– That’s not creepy at all! Blaster– That explains a few things Swoop– This movie so TALK. When Us do crash DEAD again? Blaster– -mostly about his own career, and the 'side-effects’ of it- Windchill– Uh, maybe later? Swoop– Fastforward Smokescreen– Hey! Cats have people they like Soundwave– [[That is a blatant lie. That cats do not like anyone.]] Smokescreen– Yeah! There’s a Ravage that adopted me! Soundwave– *…Cautiously invites Prowl– to come sit down? At least if he’s going to dislike the movie he can be seated comfortably while he’s uncomfortable with everything else.* Swoop– Sometime, uh, sometime Us watch COMP-i-lation videos. For fights and guts and stuff. That more fun than talk movie. Prowl– *starts. right, yeah, he hasn’t sat yet.* *sits stiffly.* Windchill– Then go watch one of those instead of complaining about what we’re watching now, Swoop–. Swoop– Nooo. *holds onto Windchill–’s helm* Us ALL do. Together. Fun. Soundwave– @P: [[If there is anything you need while you are here - /anything/ - …please, be certain to tell him.]] Smokescreen– … Eddie, Aliens are real Specs– Cats simply have standards about who they /do/ like. Blaster– …..wouldn’t this place have cameras? Windchill– Not when the plot demands it. Swoop– ((This seems like a talk y'all should have had in the car)) Smokescreen– Man, secret walls are always a bad sign, aren’t they? Swoop– Plot 😛 Smokescreen– Like, it was like that in Gotham too Soundwave– [[Always and ever, Smokescreen–.]] Windchill– Maybe we’ll see more goo. Prowl– ((they talked about the weather and how the LA angels were doing all the way here and then she was like “oh right shoulda mentioned the aliens”)) Smokescreen– … I guess no walls are secret for me, though, haha. Swoop– Goo is okay : > Windchill– Killer goo. Blaster– …….. Soundwave– [[…He assumes the goo motionless on the floor is de– oh, it’s the homeless human.]] Smokescreen– oh no Windchill– Why is she frozen? Blaster– ………. Swoop– ((omfg did he really just randomly mash buttons)) Prowl– *grimaces at the noise and lights* Blaster– -covers face again- Soundwave– *Of course they’re preying on those with no alternatives. Of course they are.* *Ugh, the lights.* Swoop– Her choke : V Prowl– *grimaces even harder at the living thing oozing over and under his skin* Smokescreen– Is… Is she gonna be okay Windchill– Dead people. Are you happy now? Swoop– *bounces a little at finally getting some fights* KEHEHH Yah! SCProwl– I sincerely doubt it, Smokescreen–. Smokescreen– He was like “I’ve never climbed a fence THAT high before” And then he woke up at home Windchill– What. Smokescreen– Oh… /Sad, Sad, doorwing droop/ Swoop– Kehaha! Him KILL tree. Soundwave– ((lmfao smokey)) Blaster– That’s…most humans should’t be able to do that Swoop– ((omfg)) SCProwl– ((lol smokey Prowl– ((lol)) Swoop– ((he is the most confused koala)) Soundwave– [[…He is going to go out on a limb and assume that none of this athletic ability is normal for Brock.]] Swoop– *immediately busts up* Out on limb Windchill– *Brows furrow.* Swoop–. Smokescreen– This is a mood Swoop– HI Windchill– *Shakes head.* Blaster– Um…. Smokescreen– … This is extremely relatable Windchill– Why are we being made to hear these gross eating sounds. Blaster– UM Swoop– Him Slag eat like that Smokescreen– oh … He’s kinda weak, huh? Blaster– Ah, there we go Soundwave– *Shudders. Disgustin– WELL THEN* Windchill– I mean, I eat off the floor and out of the trash sometimes. Blaster– !!! Prowl– *shudders at the voice* Swoop– *loses it again at the high pitched scream and KO* Smokescreen– Same! Sometimes, you just gotta have floor food SCProwl– Ugh. Windchill– Extra flavour. Floor flavour. Sometimes tastes oddly of feet. Smokescreen– I can’t say I know what feet taste like! Swoop– *holds his footsie up for Windchill–’s inspection* Windchill– They’re nothing spectacular. Swoop– *wiggles his borby toes* Soundwave– *Watching date Prowl– out of the corner of his optics. Part of him wishes Prowl– hadn’t put himself through this if it was going to be this tough. Another part of him appreciates the glimpse into what it must be like for Prowl– based on his reactions. Mostly, he just wishes it hadn’t ever needed to be a problem.* Windchil *Is immediately distracted by the foot in his face. You know he’s gotta do it.* Swoop– ((Lola, go fuck 'em up!)) Prowl– … That’s another one, isn’t it? Smokescreen– … /Watching Windchill–. Is he gonna do it??/ Windchill– *His glossa snakes out and strikes like a viper in case Swoop– tries to change his mind.* *Gotta lick fast.* Blaster– …… Soundwave– [[Yes. There is one that broke loose during the crash of the Life Foundation ship that brought them to Earth. It is that one.]] Swoop– *SQUEAKS but doesn’t pull away because he isn’t a putz* Blaster– I…what….what is going on here? Smokescreen– …… I’d do this Primus Windchill– *Is watching the debacle on screen with exactly one eye.* Swoop– ((omg I have never seen such a fantastic embodiment of the munchies)) Windchill– Your foot tastes exactly like a foot. Congratulations. Swoop– Good : > Windchill– What happens if you fart in a lobster tank? Smokescreen– /Oh dang he thought Windchill– was gonna bite Swoop–’s feet off or something./ Blaster– ….um… Windchill– Do they die? Well, that one’s dead. Blaster– Is……is he…. Swoop– Bubble Prowl– *it’s just a sustained grimace* Windchill– You can put your foot down, now. Unless you want me to lick it again. Which would be weird. Swoop– ((I’ve seen lots of characters called trash over the years but this man is the first one who is actual literal trash)) Windchill– *points* Dog. SCProwl– ((garbage man, dumpster fire trash loser Prowl– ((they do real good at making him look like absolute garbage)) Swoop– You Windchill– weird kehhehhh! *sets his foot on Windchill– for the grossest footprint* Windchill– You’re the one who wanted your foot licked. You think I lick things for fun? Swoop– Yes Windchill– You’d be right. Swoop– Kehehehheh Soundwave– [[…Is it the magnetic fields or sound?]] *Pity neither would work. He thinks. He hasn’t tried the sound, but Devastator’s a whole different thing.* [[Ah. Sound.]] Smokescreen– Liver failure? SCProwl– Fascinating. Prowl– *that was an amazing visual representation of what it feels like to have a monster in your head. and, of course, Prowl– hated it* Specs– I think human livers are also slightly mandatory, yes. Blaster– -he could do it- Smokescreen– What do they do? Swoop– ((this voice is a hair too close to Audrey II. It’s making me expect a song.)) Smokescreen– Do you have a liver, Specs–? Windchill– I leap up and act weird when I get hungry, too. SCProwl– ((feeeeeeed meeee, eddieeeeee Prowl– ((“does it have to be fresh? does it have to be mine?!” “actually lobster will do”)) Swoop– Weird how? Keheh Smokescreen– ((PFHPFHF Specs– I do! It processes methanol into formic acid, amongst other things. I don’t think human livers need to do that, though. SCProwl– ((bwahaha Windchill– Apparently eating garbage is weird. Blaster– ((HAH Smokescreen– Really? Why? Swoop– Me Swoop– BOMBER. Me do lots lots of flying and stuff. Soooo. *pats his belly* Weigh stuff for right amount things. : > Specs– Humans typically don’t have methanol in their bloodstream, right? Smokescreen– … Methanol? I have no idea, Specs–. Soundwave– *Slooooooowly tries to close his mouth as tight as possible.* Windchill– Because…nobody else wants to eat it? Are you implying that you poop on people, Swoop–? Windchill– It’s a biological antifreeze, for my species! But humans don’t live in the snow all the time. Swoop– *cackles* BOMB poops Soundwave– [[He is up to something. His voice suggests it.]] Smokescreen– Don’t trust him Prowl– His lab full of human experimentation suggests it. Smokescreen– oh no Windchill– Burnt. Swoop– Me : > Smokescreen– EDDIE Windchill– Some people never listen. Soundwave– [[The lab as well, yes. But he meant without seeing evidence of intention at the time.]] Swoop– *LOSES it* *this comedy is on his level* Windchill– Um excuse me that’s not a bug. Rude. Smokescreen– I wish I had goo Swoop– *stares, wide opticed and delighted* Prowl– *… Prowl– figures Soundwave– is probably dying of curiosity by this point, so…* @S «Devastator doesn’t talk to me.» Soundwave– *Lets go of the tray on his lap and pulls his feelers back in. Those will just be staying in his chest all night, yes.* Swoop– *in awe* Wicked! Windchill– I’m not even going to comment on goo right now. Smokescreen– Soundwave–, any idea where a bot can get some goo? Windchill– Just eat them. Swoop– *clacks his jaws together to let everyone know where he stands on the biting off heads discussion* Soundwave– *The tiniest blip of surprise. He wasn’t expecting that. He was wondering that, but he wasn’t expecting it.* @P: [[But you have reacted to architecturally destructive visuals before. Is it emotional instead of verbal, or…?]] Swoop– *is glued to the scrreen, loving this* Soundwave– [[He does not know where to find goo. He would not tell anyone here if he did.]] *That’s the last thing any of them need.* Swoop– *taps his heels against Windchill– as he chirps to himself* Smokescreen– Like- it doesn’t have to be that goo. Windchill– *Tolerates this.* Smokescreen– Just some goo to touch, 'cause it looks pretty cool. Prowl– @S «Emotional. Sometimes he makes… something like noises. But he doesn’t talk.» @S «… Bombshell talked.» Swoop– *claps* Windchill– *Could make jokes about lubricants…but is saving the dirty jokes for later.* Swoop– WHOOOOOO! Windchill– You like the explosions? Swoop– DUH! Windchill– I like the colour, it’s very fancy. Swoop– Me Swoop– could blue fire with some copper : > Windchill– Yeah, like how they make fireworks with different colours. Swoop– FACE fireworks! Soundwave– @P: [[Noises. Like screaming or growling, then?]] *That made sense. Maybe he needed everyone to have a coherent mind? No, Devastator had called him through Prowl– before. Someone not in control, then.* [[…Did he talk like this? Like the creature does to the Brock human.]] Windchill– Uh, yeah. Swoop– DEAD KAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA DEEEEEEEEEAD Soundwave– *…THAT is certainly one advantage of having one of these symbiotes.* Blaster– ….that oh wow Prowl– @S «LIKE that. It’s not actual audible sounds, but it /feels/ like roaring.» *he considers the question for a long moment.* «… No. It was a lot worse than this.» Windchill– That’s a lot of teeth. I approve. Swoop– KAH! BITE! Windchill– *Nods.* *He has a certain appreciation for biting the heads off of enemies.* Soundwave– *oh, it’s got Soundwave–’s teeth* Blaster– -actually squeaks this time- Windchill– I like this goo guy. Prowl– *shudders at venom’s little speech* Smokescreen– Rude! Swoop– ((Was that a NOSE BOOP?)) Smokescreen– ((YES Blaster– Yep, okay, no Soundwave– @P: [[He imagines there was never a 'we’.]] *Oh, did it HAVE to say it was in his head? Really?* Prowl– @S «… That was closer to what it was like.» Blaster– The CHILD SCProwl– That’s why this is called Venom? *Disappointed. There’s nothing venomous about the symbiote.* Smokescreen– Renal? Swoop– Gots Windchill– Hey no looking at your phone while driving, lady. Prowl– @P: [[That is - obviously you did not want a 'we’. He is trying to say, he doubts Bombshell spoke to you in any manner other than ordering.]] Windchill– I’m calling the police. Soundwave– *points to the police for Windchill–* Windchill– *He appreciates the assistance but refuses to look.* Prowl– @S «You’re correct. Nearly everything Venom said to him could have been something Bombshell said.» Swoop– ((WE <3 )) Smokescreen– ((WE SCProwl– Could they be poisoning their hosts? Would a compatible human even exist then? Blaster– -ohprimusheightsno- Windchill– Most things are less ugly from a distance. Blaster– Stop looking DOWN Windchill– Defeated by a plane. Smokescreen– Awww. Man, that is the nastiest sweatshirt ever Twincast– ((asfgh Prowl– ((i fucking love)) Swoop– ((are they fucking flirting)) Smokescreen– ((Yes Prowl– ((you know it)) Blaster– ((AWESOME Swoop– Whoaaaaaaa *starry optics* Swerve– //i know it’s canon in the comics that they;re like, married but sometimes i’m surprised that they allowed that much implied flirting in the movie Windchill– Oh, nice. Prowl– ((married with a BABY)) Swerve– //yea lmao Swoop– *in awe* Me Swoop– wanna do that….! : V Prowl– ((… multiple babies but like only the latest one counts)) Windchill– How did she get in? Soundwave– ((y'all ain’t wondered why i said venomtines day lmao)) Prowl– ((they weren’t ready to be parents before)) Windchill– You Swoop– do what? Smash people with other people? Swoop– *Snickers.* Yah! Soundwave– @P: [[He is sorry. That it was what it was. … And thankful that he can speak to you as he does. He often wondered, but - this is very - it is clarifying.]] *Oh, the scared and needing help bit tugs his spark. Damn it.* Swoop– ((And thus Eddie learns that it’s best to just listen to someone else because he has no goddamn sense)) Blaster– Oh, he’d /hate/ me Prowl– @S «This really doesn’t give a very good glimpse of it.» Soundwave– *Kind of glad she’s trying to help, at least.* @P: [[It was more than this?]] Swoop�� ((Omg Venom and Annie fuckin got each other’s backs)) Swerve– //venom a+ wingman? Swoop– ((dealing with this terrible garbage man they love)) Prowl– @S «God, yes.» Windchill– Fantastic. Prowl– ((see that there is kind of the beginning and end of his entire self-reflection on the fact that he screwed things up royally)) ((and it came with prompting and didn’t really indicate that he has any understanding that everything ELSE he did was wrong)) Windchill– Gross. Swoop– Punch it Prowl– ((the rest of the movie is like “oh… yeah… this dude really IS a villain… eddie was good for standing up for him, probably, and isn’t it sad that he doesn’t have a job.”)) ((like he’s explicitly characterized as a “loser.” as a person who failed. not as, for instance, an “asshole.” losers are victims of circumstance, not the architects of their own failure.)) Blaster– ((DOGGO Windchill– Oh joy, this is gonna be an interrogation scene, isn’t it. Swerve– //i love the movie but yeah in this case he’s only seen as a loser because he was an asshole in the first place and didn’t really seem to grasp that entirely Swoop– Whoo! Swerve– //still love that doggo tho Prowl– ((that’s why I said i’m disappointed at how we’re expected to sympathize with him. they started off strong–making everything his fault, having him say everything is drake’s fault and annie calling him out on it–that was great stuff)) ((but by the end it’s Poor Eddie The Loser Was Right All Along)) Soundwave– @P: [[Is it permitted for him to ask for more explanation? He knows you do not like to discuss this business in detail, and would ask the alternates of his that were controlled, but he has not encountered any in person. He would like to understand more - understand you. If you are able at this point in time.]] Windchill– *Smacks lips at villainous monologue.* Swoop– *leans over to see what the smacking is about* Windchill– *Smacks more.* Prowl– ((and maybe symby sees him as a loser because he sees himself as a loser, rather than as an asshole–but the more the movie goes on, the more that “eddie is the jerk here” narrative fades away)) Swoop– *mimics the smacking* Soundwave– *Starts at Riot’s appearance* Blaster– …….. Swoop– ((gay)) Windchill– *It’s a chorus of smacking with no snacks to smack on. Tragedy.* Smokescreen– Is… Is that where they’re stored Swoop– *doesn’t know what we’re doing but it’s a team sport now* Windchill– *Smack smack smack.* Prowl– @S «… For starters, Bombshell didn’t let me copilot.» Windchill– *Stops smacking.* Blaster– HOLY-! Windchill– Wow, boobies. *Resumes smacking.* Twincast– ((weakass ladyvenom design Blaster– Um…. Swoop– ((does this count as a threesome)) Prowl– ((i choose to believe that kiss was entirely symby)) Windchill– WHAT. *Fluffs up.* Swoop– King Blaster– I’m… Okay… Windchill– *Grunts in displeasure.* Blaster– Not going to ask Swerve– //i think i like the comic version of klyntar’s more tho than the mcu version Windchill– Awkward, but I’m going to laugh at this. Yes. Smokescreen– ((awwww Prowl– ((i prefer comic venom entirely)) Swoop– Laugh at what? Windchill– My mate’s name is Riot. Prowl– ((the movie version is fun but it’s not my preference)) Swoop– Sweet : V Swerve– //i havent read enough of the venom comics to know him outside the mcu but i do at least know the klyntar in the comics enough to prefer them to mcu’s SCProwl– ((this isn’t mcu. it’s its own thing Prowl– ((~*venomverse*~)) Blaster– ….-muffled snicker- Swerve– //gfhbg yeah i just. refer to all of the live action superhero movies mcu at this point lmao Windchill– …My Riot isn’t that goopy, though. Swoop– You suuure? Windchill– Not usually. Maybe sometimes. Prowl– ((*sees a new batman movie* “grimdark mcu is at it again”)) Windchill– Can’t fight for shit either. Swoop– Whoa! Him get BUTT kicked! Blaster– ….. Swerve– //lmfao i mean Windchill– What a mess. Blaster– What the heck? Windchill– Well, that didn’t last long. Blaster– Annie! Swoop– You Soundwave– can beat up EVERYONE in this movie. Prowl– ((two nerds pathetically smacking each other is the best part of the fight)) Soundwave– @P: [[You have great willpower; the amount of control he would have to have taken - what he’d have to exert to keep you held in–]] *He’s thinking about how much it would take from himself.* [[…You saw Unicron’s control of Megatron. Could you speak to - or at - him as Megatron did? Or were you denied even that?]] Swoop– ((is it just me or is everyone else waiting for venom to get all hot and bothered by his host beating up someone elses’ host?)) Windchill– Dead. Soundwave– [[Perhaps. He’s never encountered a symbiote.]] *And he didn’t do so well against the Unicron up close.* Swoop– D E A D Windchill– Is… Is the sound of the rocket not enough? Prowl– @S «Willpower shmillpower. He didn’t have to exert anything. That’s not how the mechanics of it works.» Swoop– KA BOOM! Windchill– Double dead. Blaster– -covers face- Swoop– drown dead pretty boring dead Soundwave– @P: [[Hm. Closer to a virus?]] Windchill– If you say so. Swoop– Do Do say so Windchill– Not enough explosions? Swoop– Drowning boring. Blub blub fish nibbles. Windchill– Okay. Why are his lips so big Prowl– @S «He severed the connection between my brain and my body.» Soundwave– *Sits up straight.* Tarantulas (( OOPS SORRY (( didnt mean to take remote Smokescreen– ((theif,, Tarantulas (( stealin spide Swoop– ((venom omg buddy)) Smokescreen– ((sneaky spide Soundwave– @P: [[…That is more horrifying than anything he had imagined it was.]] Swoop– ((this is a real romcom good god)) Windchill– Dog. Blaster– ((STAN LEEEE Windchill– *Gasps.* Swoop– Nom nom bite Windchill– There are rules about eating people? That’s news to me. Swoop– Me Swoop– bite LOTS of people Not eat tho Windchill– Luckily, I don’t care much for rules so like, whatever. Just bite? Why? Are you mean? Swoop– ((I hope that writing job pays well because his food budget just went through the damn roof)) Yah, mean : > Windchill– Cool. All of my friends are mean. Smokescreen– “I have a parasite” Man, what an excuse Blaster– ((not hungry anymore Prowl– *mutters* I’m calling Devastator a parasite from now on. *it’s not a term of endearment.* Swoop– ((Wait wait… that was the line from the trailer that they made all ominous.)) Prowl– ((the trailer was so misleading)) Swoop– ((no kidding)) Windchill– (( Oh yeah I’ve had discussions about that one. Marketing at its finest, as usual.)) Blaster– ((it was Prowl– ((venom is menacing toward eddie for all of five minutes and then immediately starts falling in love with him)) Swerve– //yeah when i went to see it originally i expected that scene way way earlier Specs– ((that’s the power of tom hardy)) Soundwave– *Approval ping after the parasite Devastator comment.* Windchill– Edgy. Swerve– //this def sets up for a sequel tho so i’m curious if they’re gonna follow thru on it Swoop– Him not very red ((little on the nose but I’m okay with it)) Prowl– ((i’m disappointed that eddie wasn’t a beefy mulleted blond, but tom hardy is just SO GOOD at being gross in that hoodie, i’ll take him too)) Blaster– ((HAH Swerve– //lmao Windchill– *Stretches exactly one leg.* Smokescreen– ((im still so glad the lobster tank scene was unscripted and he just did that Windchill– That sure was gooey. Prowl– ((I KNOW it was brilliant)) Swoop– ((Tom Hardy did a good job for sure. Normally, when people say “you look terrible” to someone in a movie, it’s a cue on how we should be reading things. In this movie, he actually looked fucking awful.)) Prowl– ((he did. he looked nasty the whole movie)) Swoop– ((Was it really? That is beautiful)) Swerve– //im so glad it was god Specs– *the dragon stretches* Thank you for having me, Soundwave–! Swoop– It pretty good fights : > OH! Us do Mad Max now : V That good fight movie : > Windchill– Had some explosions. Soundwave– [[You are welcome, dragon.]] Swerve– //is this a deleted scene //also wow rabbit did u need to cut off the last post of the chat Soundwave– ((yes)) Prowl– ((this is a great scene and i’m so upset they took it out)) Blaster– ((pffff Swoop– ((So damn good)) SCProwl– ((Venom is gonna make Eddie a better person via cannibalism and tater tots Swoop– ((I saw pics of Eddie getting carried away fro mthe lobster tank too)) Soundwave– ((public stream end marker: 10:00)) Windchill– *Rolls his shoulders. Will this dislodge the dinobot?* Smokescreen– So, uh, Soundwave— you up to maybe dance again sometime? Swoop– *has stayed on a bucking T-rex trying to dislodge him, this is nothing* Windchill– *Sways from side to side.* Soundwave– [[Another time, Smokescreen–. Not tonight.]] *And not to this, for sure.* Swoop– What you dancing for? Windchill– Excuse me? Dance? How dare you suggest such a thing. I’m trying to get you off. Swoop– yuh HUH dance Windchill– Ineffectively. Swoop– Oh Then you suck at doing keheheh Smokescreen– Aww, okay. I’d be up to meet up with you to dance sometime, then! It’d be fun. Windchill– *Grunts his agreement.* Soundwave– [[Perhaps after a movie that is actually fun.]] Twincast– *staaaands. maybe he wasn’t so chatty tonight, but he’d be rude to not give their host a ping goodbye. Maybe next time~* Windchill– You’ll have to get off sometime. Soundwave– *Perhaps next time indeed. Farewell, Twincast–.* Twincast– ((I was so engrossed I forgot to RP. It was fun!! Thanks for streaming : D Swoop– ((I know the movie might have MEANT to imply that Annie was lying about the kiss being Venom’s idea but Venom literally never missed a chance to try to smash them together like Barbie dolls so I 10/10 believe her.)) Nuh uh Smokescreen– … I thought that was fun Windchill– Yuh-huh. Swoop– Not if us DIE here Soundwave– ((you’re welcome!)) Windchill– Oh. Well, sure, but why would we die here? Smokescreen– Oh! Oh, I know a good dance song for us, later. Have you ever heard of Cascada, Soundwave–? Swopp *is joking but he’s got a back full of missiles if we want to end it all* Blaster– ….-yawns and stretches- Swoop– so BORED from these songs us DIE Windchill– *Snorts.* I like them. Swoop– no Windchill– Yes. Blaster– Anyway, thanks for that, but I have to go now. Hopefully to sleep. Swoop– nO Windchill– I’m not having this argument with you. Blaster– Goodnight. Swoop– yes Soundwave– [[Goodnight, those leaving.]] Swerve– //nini friendos Windchill– No. Soundwave– [[And of course he has heard of that. Again, though: another night.]] Swoop– *squeaks* YES Smokescreen– Cool! I’m looking forward to it. Thanks for the crystal- and I still REALLY want you to show me how to knock bots down like you did earlier! Windchill– No, you can’t make me. *Squints at the squeaking next to his head.* Swoop– Can too Smokescreen– /Smokescreen–’s finally getting himself up, and is dropping by the bar to grab a drink before he finally goes home!/ Windchill– No. I have a date later and you, *he points over his shoulder at the Swoop– in question,* want no part of it, so you have to get off and like, not waste my time. *Stands up, Swoop– or no Swoop–.* Swoop– a DATE? :V Windchill– That’s what I said. Swoop– *PERKS UP* TOP GUN Soundwave–, us watch Top Gun? *bounces right off Windchill–* Windchill– *Oh, thank god.* Soundwave– [[No, not right now. Now it is time to leave.]] Swoop– : < But Top Gun good movie, Soundwave– Soundwave– [[Then go home and watch it with your brothers.]] Swoop– Them LAME No flying Windchill– Goodnight, thanks for goo movie, have fun telling Swoop– no for the next several minutes. Swoop– : > Soundwave– [[Goodnight, you are welcome, and he absolutely won’t.]] Swoop– Howwww about a LITTLE top gun : > Just flying parts! Windchill– I guess it’s not for everyone. Bye Swoop–, I’m leaving you here. Sucker. Swoop– *clearly has better taste than Windchill– since he is fighting for TOP GUN* Windchill– *Clearly.* *Waves, and backs for the exit.* Soundwave– [[On your way, now, Swoop–. There is no Top Gun here.]] Swoop– *gives the BIGGEST SIGH IN THE WORLD* fine Windchill– *Normally picks up straggler children to deposit home, but is apparently choosing to be irresponsible and leave it for Soundwave– to deal with.* Swoop– You Soundwave– boring boring Windchill– *And he’s gone before that can change.* Soundwave– [[Yes. What a terrible bot he is. Best you go and leave him to do dull paperwork and listen to people talking for hours without any fighting.]] Swoop– *knows he’s being teased but doesn’t NOT believe that’s what’s going to happen so he blows raspberries all the way out the door* Soundwave– *What do you know? That worked.* Prowl– *gives Soundwave– an expectant look* Soundwave– *Looks back and then around. He’s… he’s not actually sure what to do now. This was a Bad Night, movie-wise.* [[Do - would you like to clean, like the last time, or -]] *Twitchy fingers.* [[We could walk through the settlement nearby, or - anything else you would prefer to do. Actual paperwork, even. He does not know.]] Prowl– You mean doing paperwork and listening to people talking for hours WASN’T the explicit plan? Soundwave– [[Oh. He said that mostly to be rid of Swoop– in a timely fashion, but he has nothing against it if you would actually like that. He has plenty of the first, and the second could be either of us. Or someone else, if you had them in mind.]] Prowl– *… humor ping* Soundwave– *Oh, a joke. Okay, he’s got it now.* [[Ah. His apologies. That actually IS how he likes to spend his nights sometimes.]] *He forgets himself and smiles the teensiest bit.* Prowl– Me too. Sans talking, usually. Soundwave– [[He sees. … Do you have paperwork with you? We could work on that together. Sitting together, that is. Obviously, he is not entitled to type up your reports for you.]] *Pause.* [[Though he could do so with extreme speed.]] *Shakes his head.* [[A good and comfortable shared silence is never to be taken for granted.]] [[…Unless you meant you prefer someone else to do the talking, in which case he has plenty of tales he could tell you.]] Prowl– No, I don’t have paperwork with me. I—don’t know what I want to do. *it’s partially untrue. he does know what he wants to do—go home and be alone for a while—but he can’t have that. he’s never going to be alone again.* Soundwave– *Considers this.* [[You could do nothing, in a sense.]] *Small hand gesture.* [[Sitting and resting, sleeping, doing something unimportant for no reason other than it is fun. That sort of thing.]] Prowl– So, the usual movie night options. *beat.* … The usual besides interfacing. Soundwave– [[A fair point, if an important one. Such moments tend to be good for us both. Though he would like to clarify that he was not thinking of interfacing. He may not have the ability to sing, but he is not tone deaf.]] [[He will clean before it is much later. Experiment with what you care to do at the moment as you like; all he asks is that if you decide what you wish to do is something away from him, you interrupt to bid him goodnight first instead of simply popping away. An acceptable deal?]] Prowl– Mm. I’ll help clean. *that’s something productive he can latch onto. he doesn’t want to just sit and stare around* Soundwave– *Nods and motions toward the couches. Bridge away!* [[…He doesn’t suppose he could get you to help with the upstairs, the Kangaskhan, and the outer walls as well? Being away for a week tends to inspire his deployers to leave things undone.]] *Humor ping.* Prowl– Sure. Maybe not the—the Genghis Khan. I’d rather not have to worry about stepping on organics. Soundwave– [[Oh, they’re very sharp when it comes to not being stepped on - but better to err on the side of caution, yes. Still. He should introduce you to them some time, now that they have air masks.]] Prowl– Another time.]] Soundwave– ((aw man you can’t edit now? booooo)) [[Another time. Not now. Very well, here and the upper floors - and perhaps, if you still feel up to it and are not afraid of heights, he will show you how the deployers scrub the outer walls. And how he does. Both very entertaining.]] *Another small smile, because the first wasn’t as much of a problem as he’d expected. He’s trying to be a distraction. Primus only knows if it works.* [[Come, come. Everything to its place, now.]] *Affection, times three.* Prowl– I’d hardly call that “heights.” It’s only a few stories. *height’s relative and his universe’s Cybertronians are durable. he gets to work bridging the couches back where they belong; there’s a moment of hesitation before he remembers to return the three pings.* Soundwave– [[You’ve never met Blades, have you.]] *Soft huff.* Prowl– Sure. I’ve known him since before the war, we were in Security Services under Sentinel Prime. Starscream forced him into a combiner recently. Soundwave– *Puts the snacks he was crating back on the bar and turns to look at Prowl–, mouth in a small o and everything.* [[…Were it anyone else talking, he would suspect that of being a joke.]] *Shakes his head and goes back to packing.* [[Another reason to see Starscream deposed, he supposes. And he is sorry to hear of your - friend’s? - fate.]] [[He did mean his own, however. Grounder turned extremely unwilling helicopter turned grounder again. He would be surprised if Blades is even capable of jumping anymore. Poor mech.]] [[…Perhaps there’s a link somewhere in this misfortune of theirs. He’ll note it on the map.]] Prowl– I’ve never heard of mine ever being anything but a helicopter. And since I’ve known him since before extensive body mods were allowed, I suspect that’s his original shape. *all the couches are in place, he’s going to find something else to clean.* Not friend. Just longtime acquaintance. Soundwave– [[Longtime acquaintance, then. Still - he would not have wished that on him.]] *Mopping behind the bar while he’s there.* [[Do the two of you speak now?]] Prowl– He and his team have a standing invitation to contact me if they—need anything. They haven’t utilized it recently. Soundwave– [[Disappointing.]] *Maybe it would be good for Prowl– to have someone who Really, Really Gets It he could talk about it with, instead of Soundwave–’s fumbling attempts? Then again, that means someone else had to go through it. He doesn’t know. Unpleasant and sticky situations he never gave much thought to before the war ended.* [[But understandable, in a way. Some pains are too personal to share so easily.]] [[…Thank you for trying to explain it to him earlier, while he is thinking about it. He knows he does not fully grasp all of your situation, but he will continue to try. He would like to always be someone you can rely on to listen to and hear you when you speak about it. You deserve that.]] [[Enough of this room. Let us go clean upstairs. It needs it more anyway.]] Prowl– *a jerky nod* Thanks. For listening. *it sounds hollow right now, when he’s tired of thinking about it; but he knows that later on when he’s less exhausted he’ll be grateful for it.* Lead the way. *and up they shall go.*

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i. affiliation This is an Independent Original Character rp blog. The only things I own on this blog are my character & art I may or may not post unless stated otherwise. This is my OC. Keep in mind, he can be mean and aggressive. This oc does has some dark themes such as blood and body horror. Tagged for the most part. I do not condone his acts. Do not confuse mun with muse. If he is not your cup of tea the unfollow button is at the top. ii. basic rules ✰ NO GODMODDING! That one is pretty self explanatory and obvious. Just don’t do it. It isn’t fun for anyone. ✰ Multiple threads with one person are welcomed. ✰ Tag your content, as I tag mine! ✰ Don’t send hate/anon hate. You’re just wasting your own time and I simply just ignore and block anyways. ✰ Racist, sexist, Transphobic & homphobic muns are not welcome here. ✰ Please cut your posts & do not reblog memes from me please! ✰ Yes, I interact with OCS, I am one myself and am open to shipping with them too but I will not follow everyone. Serpent can take some time to ship too. Despite his confidence he has been hurt deep and finds it hard to trust people again. I only follow the ones I interact with. I do not like Gary Stu, Mary Stu, Cat girl anime types and Forced ship/Forced child ocs! ✰ Do not take advantage of my kindness and non selectivity. ✰ this blog is 18+ meaning no minors. Sorry but I am an adult and at times I do rp and reblog adult content. ✰ I have dyslexia and sometimes trouble reading and understanding and this may come out in my role playing. I try to catch my mistakes before I complete a response but I’m not perfect. ✰This blog has themes consisting of foul language, trauma, violence. ✰If I follow you, I most likely want to write, or if our muses don’t make sense maybe i just want to read your awesome role plays! But I am open to rping with any muse from anywhere, ask the fandoms i'm into if you want to! I just struggle to break out of my shyness at first! iii. replies Replies can take a long time as Tumblr is not my main focus. A nudge or poke about our rp is a-ok! I’m so scatterbrained. However, nagging will earn you a block if my warning is ignored. I usually try to respond to my threads equally, but if I am enjoying a role play thread a lot more I may prioritize it. Do not come at me complaining, I will get to your response when I get time. Remember, Role Play is a hobby. iv. interactions I am non-selective, this means I interact with anyone and everyone this includes Ocs, & other fandoms. However if your oc has no bio or is just a “big tiddy anime cat girl” I may not interact. the fandoms i refuse to interact with and block are; mha, homestuck, killing stalking, ybc, mcyt, & danganronpa. Respect this or leave, experience with those rpcs have made me very uncomfortable. If you like it that is okay, just keep it away from me :) v. shipping I’m a complete shipping whore! Feel free to hit up Serpent I ship him with pretty much anyone! I love the idea of crack and new ships too. The only things I won’t ship with him are underage muses. Gross. vi. verses Currently have verses for Jojo, Overwatch and Demon slayer! Check my verses tab for more info. vii. tags For aesthetic reasons in my tags of posts I have special tags with special text. More tags can be added any time! I tag my with nsfw and sinday, but if you want you can also block my special nsfw tag which is; ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀ ꜱɴᴀᴋᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴍᴇʀ, ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ɢᴇᴛ ʙɪᴛ. ( nsfw ) viii. nsfw NSFW is welcomed, this can include sexual themes, gore and violence which all will be appropriately tagged. Any smut I might write will be under a read more. He will not just jump into sex with you, that’s where ship chemistry comes into play. I will not engage in any sexual stuff with muns & muses -18. Other nsfw regarding violence, Serpent can and will hurt you if you provoke him, or if you look like dinner. You have been warned. More in depth violence can be role played upon request, tagged appropriately. I will not control or kill off your muse without permission. I ask you do the same.

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pimbilucha · 6 years ago

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Trigger Warning.

-this post mentions Statutory s*xual behaviors with a minor (no intercourse) mild mention of self-harm and eating disorder-

I have never talked to anyone about this because even though i conceptually know it was not my fault, i was a child that was tricked by someone double her age, i still felt guilty and ashamed. i still do hence the reason why i am doing this anonymously or at least as anonymously as i can. For a long time i had just given up on talking about this and decided to deal with it on my own, but recently something happened that encouraged me to tell my story, maybe not as a comfort to myself but hopefully to help prevent this happening to anyone else.

At this point, many of you have already heard about what Millie Bobby Brown said about her relationship with Drake, the moment i read this it raised multiple red flags, and as i have seen it did the same for others as well. I also imagine that there are many others that might think “these Tumblr dweebs always making such a bit deal out of everything” “its not that big of a deal” and i also imagine that there are kids around Millie’s age annoyed that people are reacting that way. So, i want to use my personal experience as an example to show you that it t isn’t always exaggeration and SJWs trying to find something to complain about. however, before starting i want to make a disclaimer that although i find DRake’s behavior problematic and gross, to be honest at the end of the day i do not completely know his intentions so i do not want to falsely tarnish his name (you know i don’t want to get sued or whatever) i am just using this recent situation as an example i suppose.

When i was 14 i felt a lot of pressure to fit in, as many of us do. Due to this pressure, i did a lot of stupid things i wish i had not done. one of the things that i was so harsh on myself about was dating, because of the society we live in and the media and such kids are basically told to start dating as fast as possible, if they don’t then there’s probably something wrong with them; i am not trying to vilify dating, i mean if you want to start dating at 13 or 14 sure go ahead i mean i do feel it’s too young to go through all not so pretty parts about dating but as long as you want to and it is someone around your age 13-14 or 15 go ahead but i also want you to know that if you don’t date until much later in life or not at all even that is also okay don’t force yourself to do it, because that's what i have done multiple times and i regret it deeply. The first time, when i was 14 i had never liked anyone i actually didn't have a real crush on a real person (none celebrity or fictional) until i was 19, but during my preteen years my lack of interest in anyone troubled me i felt like i was odd, like there was something wrong with me so every once��in a while i forced or tricked myself into having “crushes”. one, in particular, was on a boy who lived in the same apartment complex as one of my “friends” at that time, which coincidentally was located across the street from my apartment complex so you can imagine that i spent a lot of time in her house. The biggest coincidence was that this boy’s stepfather was my new volleyball coach, he worked at our school, a Catholic all-female school. As i had been practicing volleyball since i was in 5th grade (my school goes from pre.K to 11th-grade high school when you graduate) my “plan” was to get close to my coach so i could get close to his son. I can now see how seriously flawed and troublesome this was but alas, i was a child and all my “friends” seem to think it was a perfect idea. i feel like a need to give a little background so to make this a little bit less of a huge mess. for starters these “friends” i keep mentioning were part of a bigger group of friends, we were about 10 or 12 and we had all been friends since 3th grade, most of the time it was my best friend and i and the rest, however in 7th grade our teachers separated us and my BFF and i were in different classrooms and the rest were all divided with us. I was in the same classroom as three of our friends... let's call them “TCA” i remember that during 3 and 4th grade would always fight with those three but we always made up, i haven’t talked to them since btw. T is the one that lives in the apartment complex across from me and in the same place as the coach. My best friend and i drifted apart during that year but her parents still drove me home after volleyball practice every week *that’s relevant to the story later*

The “plan” started off going well, i mean at least i thought it was. I remember thinking if the coach thought i was pretty he would start talking to his son about me, that's what my grandma did every time she saw a good looking boy why would this be any different?? so i started trying to look as pretty as i could during practice ( i can’t help but shake my head at 14-year-old me) on time TCA and me were at T’s apartment and we decided to go look for the boys to ask them if the wanted to hang out with us, when we got to the coach’s house his son wasn’t there, nor was his wife or his daughter (that went to school with us but was younger) yet he still thought it was okay to invite us in, we accepted because i think we thought “oh my God! we get to see the inside of a teachers house!!” but now i know that this should have been a warning sign. To make a long story short, i started spending a lot of time with the coach, i don’t know how or when but apparently what i was perceiving as a friendship? or his help to get close to his son now i know was something else, what i thought was friendly funny banter he probably thought it was flirting? Then at some point even though in a way i knew it was weird i started enjoying the attention i was getting and although i felt guilty when you’re 14 and you already think there’s something wrong with you for not dating or having crushes and then suddenly someone is giving you that attention you felt you needed, its ..intoxicating. he started finding ways to get me alone with him, it was weird i felt a little uncomfortable, i knew things were heading in a completely different way i had imagined, and i didn’t want it to go that way, i was scared and nervous but the attention made me feel special, mature even. Then one day for volleyball practice my best friend couldn’t stay, therefore i didn’t have no one to take me home, there was no one at school. i spent the two hours in that were usually designated for practice in the gym with all the gym teachers until one by one they all started leaving, as i was about to leave the room the coach stood in front of me and kissed me. it was my first kiss, i was 14 and a 40 something married man with kids whom i trusted took it from me. that day while walking home, something i wasn’t supposed to do, it took me 2 or 3 hours to get to my house (you can study far from your area where I’m from) and during the whole walk it was so confused, i felt gross and wrong i kinda wished i was run over by a car, but at the same time i felt special too in such a twisted way i can’t even explain. A few days after that he told me to meet him at night, i thought and hoped it was to tell me that what he had done was wrong, so i made up a lie and left my house, meet him somewhere and to my horror he took me to a motel, i tried to convince myself it was so no one could see us while we talked, i was only half right.

i still remember every moment of that night and it sends shivers down my spine, i feel repulsed and gross i feel like i want to bathe in bleach. i am thankful that i was able to keep my clothes on the whole time, i am also thankful to god there was no intercourse just touching and kissing. It wasn’t mutual, i just remember laying there and wanting to go home, just waiting for it all to stop. i felt shame, i felt gross and evil, i didn’t want it but i never said no, i just let it happen, laying there to scared to move, i did say no to other things though, like getting into the tub or something he kept mentioning he saw in “American pie” i did say no to that, but i never stopped him from touching me, i remember he grabbed my hand in tried to make me feel how “turned on”I had made him, it was scary it was gross i just pulled my hand away and pretended it didn’t happen. i was confused really confused i didn’t want it but part of me was like “well you like the attention, what did you expect you’re not saying no so you must like it” the rest was scared. when it finally finished, he took me back home, he left me a few blocks away and as i walked i felt dirty, like trash undeserving of respect, part of me wanted to die. i got home and pretended as if all was fine, but the more time passed the dirtier and the more disgusted i felt with myself. i hated everything about me, after that night i just avoided him like the plague but i still had to see him in class, i also started hearing rumors. i was terrified, i was ashamed, i felt guilty (i still do) and i just wanted to die. i remember he even got another teacher to get me to talk to him, i just blocked them all and tried as hard as i could to pretend nothing ever happened, or at least on the outside because in the inside i was withering away and so where my grades and everything else about me.

In a desperate attempt for me not to fail a year my parents sent me to the U.S, you might have asked yourself where were my parents until now, they were at home they were there and i know they tried but they were also busy with a 1-year-old and a 9-year-old, they were also trying their best to give us the life we had: private schools, good neighborhood and such all with the income of one parent, in addition to that puberty, is a dangerous time where you build a wall against them for no reason. they tried i know they tried, when i walked home that time they were furious my school let me leave the premises without proper authorization given that i either rode the bus or my friends parents would drive me so i had no reason to walk home, after that my school implemented strict rules for letting students leave school property by foot, but i also know that because of how parenting is where i am from i would have probably just gotten yelled at and grounded (which would have been better tbh). anyway in America, i started cutting, i also started making myself throw up after each meal, i feel like in a way it was just a desperate cry for help, i never really made myself bleed they just looked like scratches but each time my family would find out my parents only yelled at me, and seeing how much it broke my grandparents hearts was enough to make me stop. I never really got the help i needed but i started focusing on myself, getting better on my own, getting good grades and forgetting it. When i want back to my old school in my home country, the coach was not in my school anymore, he had quite but his daughter was there for a few more years so i had to see his ugly evil face a few more times, i also saw him near his house since it was so close to mine, it always brought back terrible memories that made me want to die and burn myself but i was back with my real friends and although they don’t know everything that happened they gave me their love and support.

to this day, i more often than not get random flashbacks of that time, they still fill me with shame, guilt, and pain. although i know i was groomed that doesn’t take the thorn of hatred i still have for myself, that doesn’t help me forget or forgive myself all i really learned how to do is live with it and try as hard as i can to pretend that it never happened. No one yet knows the full extent and my family has no idea because i don’t want me to look at me differently i don’t want them to not see me like the daughter they love, i don’t want people to see me as a (pardon my language) sl*t that didn’t say no. i know at this point that i probably didn’t do what i said i was and this probably doesn’t help to identify predators or gives any help at all. I just want you to know that if you read thus far that please be wary of any older person that shows a little to much interest in you, i know it might make you feel special and that the attention feels nice and it might be something you need but please stay away and tell someone. it can start innocently like a friendship, a help or a guide and it may just stay like that, i hope to god it always stays like that, but sadly we share this world with gross gross people, that like taking advantage and grooming young naive kids. I don’t know how to put it into words, but just stay away from them, ask why are they showing so much interest in someone younger and much vulnerable than them i know it might sound like i am insulting you but i really mean it, why can’t they find friends their age? why are they showing such selfless interest in your love life? why are they asking you to not share seemingly innocent conversations or interactions with other? ask yourself that, ask someone you know and trust that. That’s why what Millie said rang some bells, again i am not trying to tarnish Drake’s name given that this is all just a misunderstanding, but you can’t just tell a 14-year-old “i miss you” and expect it not to sound predatory he may have good intentions, but i don’t know him and from this perspective he sounds like a threat i know all too well now. And even if! he is just trying to be a guide, he should be more mindful of what he says or does and maybe be aware that their interactions shouldn’t be so private, he is the adult he is the one with the power and he is the one that should know. i don’t even know what point I’m trying to make now, but just please be careful.

Age is nothing but a number is only valid to motive you to not let it stop you from following your dreams, not as an excuse to be in an unbalanced relationship. during your first decade of life, every year is so different, i was a completely different person when i was 13 and when i was 14 and there's only a year difference, at 13 i was still interested in some toys and playing with my friends and i said i woullld never drink in my life, at 14 i was like uughhh! so lame to all of that and i got drunk for the first time ever; at 15 i was also much different than at 14, same as 16 and 17 each year it was as if i was a different person, with different tastes, style, thoughts, fears different everything, it wasn’t until 18 when i became more established in who i was and what i wanted, and even though now at 22 i am a little different than then the changes are minor, they’re more of knowledge and stability and anything else. i don’t think i could have a conversation with myself now and me at 14 it would be impossible, so why would someone much older than you want to be in a relationship with you? in a real stable healthy relationship? they don’t, they want to be in control, they want to handle you and use you how they want they want to trick you into doing what they want you to do even if you might feel uncomfortable. sure if you’re 20 and you’re in a relationship with someone a few years older (up to 7 feels okay) that's fine because you’re established as your own person now, you know the world a little better, and both of you are in similar mental places which leads to you being in a balanced equal position, were both of you respect each other. IDK just be careful, i don’t know how to explain what i want to say.

one more thing! boys i know society always shows you it is okay too and that you are a bigger man when you are able to get the older woman or guy, i can name movies and shows that imply that but it’s not okay, this goes for you too!

again! i am not trying to tarnish DRakes name, i am aware i might be translating my personal experience into this situation and making it a misunderstanding. in the off chance, it is this case i apologize but i am not sorry it still serves as an example. please stay away from younger girls. YOU HAVE THE SAME AGE DIFFERENCE WITH MILLIE AS MY PARENTS HAVE WITH ME, A 17 YEAR DIFFERENCE. YOU COULD BE HER FATHER IF YOU WOULD’VE HAD HER YOUNG. so stay away, she has other younger people that can help her with boys. if your intentions are not bad i apologize but stay away.

#trigger warning #tw: pedophila mention #tw: cutting #tw: eating problems #tw: abuse #personal #stay away #story time #millie and drake situation #stranger things #millie bobby brown

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wonderfulworldofmichaelford · 7 years ago

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Michael After Midnight: Cry Baby Lane

Creepypasta often speak of mysterious lost episodes. You have stuff like “Suicide Mouse,” “Dead Bart,” “Squidward’s Suicide,” all spooky episodes of cartoons that have brutal, gory, and unnerving content. Despite all of these stories being such hilariously obvious bullshit, some people have come to believe such episodes actually exist, but it’s just not possible, right? WRONG. Legends and creepypastas spoke of a lost film shown precisely once on Nickelodeon, a movie known as Cry Baby Lane, a movie that a creepypasta alleges is filled with gore and mutilation and was directed by an insane monster of a man who somehow managed to fill a children’s TV movie with the most horrifying, nightmarish images imaginable. For so long, the film was thought to belittle more than a legend… but eventually, a decade after its single time being played on TV in the 2000s, it was discovered, and the whole world was able to see the true horror!

...The true horror being that this movie is about as scary as a mediocre Goosebumps episode.

Yeah, the movie is real, the lost episode creepypastas were right, but this movie kinda defangs that concept by being one of the corniest, cheesiest pieces of kiddie schlock you can imagine. It’s to the point you gotta wonder if the rumors that parents complaining how dark this movie was were just a smokescreen, and this film was just such low quality that Nick decided to bury it and never speak of it again. But hey, maybe I’m being too harsh on this. Before we continue… how about a spooky ghost story, WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO…

A long time ago there was born a pair of conjoined twins, one good and one evil, to a farmer who was so ashamed he locked them away. Then one got sick and cuz their bodies were joined together, they both died. The farmer sawed them in half and buried the good twin in the cemetery and the evil twin in a grave in the fields… except he didn’t. The bodies accidentally got switched. So when some dumbass kids go to the local cemetery to hold a séance they end up awakening the evil twin, who begins possessing every single person in the town, including our protagonist’s jerkass older brother. Can the younger brother defeat the evil twin and save the town, or is this little kid straight fucked?

The biggest problem of this movie is that there are so many characters in it and very little is done with any of them, and then what little IS done with them ranges from bad to creepy… but not in the way the filmmakers wanted, I imagine. The mom, for instance, is introduced as an overbearing, clingy bitch, and she just continues being a bitch throughout the whole movie, continuously making faces more horrifying than any of the ghost-possessed preteens. She doesn’t get a character arc and doesn’t even pop up in the end, basically disappearing halfway through. Then there’s the older brother, who is a total jerkass and abuses his brother, and at the end of the movie is only vaguely implied to be a little nicer. The absolute worst thing, though, is the pack of preteen girls, who go around causing problems and have an uncomfortably rapey scene with the underage protagonist in a dark cornfield at night, where they surround him and try and coerce him into kissing them. This movie is fucked up, but not in the way you want it to be.

That’s not to say there are no good characters in this movie, though. Frank Langella is here as Mr. Bennett, a cool old man who runs the funeral home and likes to tell ghost stories. He’s the best actor in the whole movie, but this is not shocking since Frank Langella played motherfuckin’ Skeletor, so it’s pretty much a given he’s pretty much a flawless master in everything he does. What’s shocking is that, in stark contrast to the mom, the dad is absolutely hilarious. While she is a shrill, overbearing bitch, the dad is a calm, collected deadpan snarker whose every line towards his wife is dripping with the distilled essence of a thousand eyerolls. He actually gives her reasonable parenting advice (which she ignores) and just makes every scene he’s in a little better. Mr. Bennett’s teen sidekick at the funeral home is actually pretty amusing as well for what a ditz he is, and he gets a few chuckles in the climax.

But what about the scary content that was promised by the creepypasta? The guts, the gore, the mutilated children! Well, aside from that admittedly fucked up story told over the opening, the villain manifests to the townsfolk mainly as… worms with a hideously glaring yellow-green effect over them. Yeah, nuclear worms sure are scary. The possessed people all get this milky white effect over there eyes, which is totally not scary in the slightest, and the atmosphere is just nonexistent. The worst Goosebumps episodes were better at setting the mood than this movie is. The evil twin, though, is actually pretty effective, since he is almost entirely kept in shadows and is only seen when he uses his demonic powers to pull people underground into his grave. Still, he ends up being more gross than scary when he picks up handfuls of worms and starts eating them. Still, the finale is pretty effectively dark, and the evil twin is delightfully hammy for his brief appearances… though since he died as a kid and the crying sounds he makes are that of a child, it makes you wonder how his evil ghost appears to be in his teens at least.

While there is nothing scary, there is something awesome: the score. That first one is so atmospheric and spooky, and then this next one.. Seriously, this stuff sounds like it’s straight out of the original trilogy Crash Bandicoot games! You half expect everyone’s favorite marsupial to prance through the graveyards at some point, or for the obnoxious kids to stumble into a bonus round for some extra Wumpa fruit and maybe a free life or two. As an added bonus, I swear some of it sounds like the puzzle room theme from Kirby: Planet Robobot. And then we have this tune, which sounds more suited to a fucking RPG than this movie! This just has a wildly inappropriate but awesomely cartoony score, and it really helps slather on the cheese for this ridiculous bullshit.

So… yeah. This does not live up to the promises made in the creepypasta AT ALL. This is a bunch of hokey, cheesy early 2000s schlock… but to be honest, I think that’s okay. If you’re ever paranoid about those ‘lost episode’ stories, this right here basically shows you exactly what one of those would be like: no gore, mutilated kids, and demonic subtext, just really crappy, embarrassing garbage that’s so cheesy you’ll get high cholesterol just from watching. This is not much to write home about, but honestly, there are worse ways to spend an hour. It’s not as horrifying as the story says, but hey, there’s a couple laughs to be had here, and that’s worth something in my book.

I mentioned this is a lot like a mediocre episode of Goosebumps, and that has me thinking… it’s the perfect season for it. Maybe I should talk about the best, cheesiest live action horror show for kids ever made…

#Michael After Midnight #Review #Movie review #Cry Baby Lane #nickelodeon #creepypasta #lost episode #lost movie #horror #Goosebumps

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childrenofslumber · 7 years ago

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auroracles for the ship meme??

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WHO IN YOUR OTP;

drives when they go on road trips? do they switch at the halfway point? does one drive there and the other drive back? he drives. the entire time. if he’s tired, they’re stopping for the night.

looks over the menu for fifteen minutes before ordering the same thing they order EVERYWHERE they go? does the other half of your ship get annoyed by this, or do they find it endearing? aurora looks over the menu and he finds it endearing. most of the time xD

is more likely to get arrested? hercules. he probably has been but never booked.

is afraid of rollercoasters? does the other half of your ship try and convince them to face the fear, or do they take a softer approach and not push them at all? she’s afraid, he doesn’t push her.

shows up at home with a dog unannounced despite the fact they’ve already got three/four/however many pets? aurora. he doesn’t find that so endearing lol he doesn’t want to get evicted from their apartment.

demands that they do date night? does the other person complain or do they go with it just to see the excited look on their partners face? they both do and they love it.

is the clumsy one whose always tripping up flights of stairs or over their own feet? does it stress the other half of your ship out or do they find it hilarious? they both have clumsy moments and she stresses out, he tries not laugh while also being worried.

picks the music when they’re in the car? does the other complain about their taste in music? she picks the music. he’s mainly focused on driving to care lol he doesn’t hate her taste in music, it’s just not his?

insists on paying for everything when they’re out? do they fight about it? i feel like they take turns. but he beats her to the check most of the time?

is the one to quietly suggest they get high together for the first time? how does the other half of your ship react? neither.

is secretly terrified of horror movies and yet watches them all the time bc its something the other half of your ship loves? she does. and he knows she’s scared, that’s why he holds her closer and appreciates that she still watches them.

talks in their sleep? does their partner record it and call them out, or not tell them and keep it as a secret so they can keep enjoying it? he talks in his sleep. she recorded it but only to listen to it later bc it was cute. he doesn’t say coherent things, it’s more mumbling.

brings up the conversation of marriage + babies? how does the conversation go? she brought it up the first time. he was really uncomfortable considering his family’s marriage record. but they’re married now so the next few times didn’t go so bad. they haven’t talked about babies yet. they’re pretty young and his career is just taking off so he’s getting busy. plus herc is kinda weird about having kids too (he’s from a 12 siblings that all have strained af relationships with their parents + each other)

has to pull the other back by their back of their sweater when they try and do something stupid in public? hercules. he just picks her up.

is more likely to pick the other up from the airport with an obnoxiously large cardboard sign? what does the sign say? she picks him up and it says something in french that’s super cheesy and cute.

tries to cook a meal and accidentally almost burns the house down? aurora delacroix

deliberately makes a squeaky chair squeak until the other person flips out? aurora cause she wants attention.

falls asleep no matter what position they’re in + needs to be carried to bed? he can fall asleep anywhere but she just puts a blanket on him. he carries her to bed cause she wore herself out.

is the little spoon when they cuddle? her always.

hates thunderstorms and needs to be comforted for the duration? he comforts her.

brings the other breakfast in bed? is it a proper cooked breakfast - or just an old muffin? he brings her breakfast in bed and it’s properly cooked but simple for special occasions. he has brought her a cupcake in bed before.

convinces the other to go on a hike? do they love it, or are they absolutely miserable? he convinced her. she hated it. he had to carry her.

can never admit they’re wrong? neither.

lets the dog sleep on the bed when the other isn’t paying attention? aurora. he doesn’t care as long as sprinkles is on her side. he loves their fur baby but needs his sleep space.

uses emojis in replace of words? does it drive the other person insane? aurora and yes, he goes insane trying to figure out what she meant.

who decorates their house? does the other come home and blink at all the pastel pink and force a smile despite how much they hate it? he decorated his apartment then she moved in. he let her make changes and they both agree on them.

is more likely to get into a fight to defend the other? hercules and he definitely has.

is constantly spewing random facts about absolutely anything and everything? does it annoy the other person or do they find it all interesting? both? they think it’s cute.

is the lovey dovey drunk? both omg.

laughs at their own jokes? does the other laugh at the joke… or at their partner? they both laugh at their own jokes and the other laughs at both.

is competitive about EVERYTHING? hercules....

apologises first when they have a fight? both.

makes the other a flower crown? does the other wear it without complaint or beg not to be embarrassed? she made him one, he wore it without complaint.

is more likely to put their fist through a wall when they’re angry? hercules and he’s done this. not since she moved in though.

sends the other memes despite the fact they’re laying in bed next to each other? they send memes back and forth. #marriedlosers

wears the others clothes the most? she’s always stealing his clothes.

pranks the other on a near constant basis? how does the other react? not a constant basic but he’s been known to scare her. and then shower her with kisses after??

comes up with obnoxiously sappy pet names for the other just to watch them roll their eyes? she does.

forgets their anniversary? nEITHER

is impulsive and makes big choices for them without stopping to think through what it all means? aurora aurora aurora.

writes cute messages for the other on the bathroom mirror when they have a shower? she does and it’s cute af.

has to do the dishes because the other gags any time they stick thier hands in the water? he does.

jumps into the pool without testing the temperature, and who dips their toes in first? he jumps in (usually tackling her with him) and she dips her toe in.

tries to kill bugs in the house… and which one stops them and gets the bug out of the house alive and well? he tries to kill the bugs, she stops him.

can speak a second/third/forth language and uses it to annoy the other when they’re fighting? they’re both guilty of this? she speaks french and he speaks greek.

says i love you first? does the other immediately say it back?

wins when they arm wrestle? hercules lets her win.

gets caught singing some old, corny one direction song to themselves? rora.

is forever forcing the other to take selfies with them? does the other person complain every time? they both take selfies.

shows up at the others house with chinese food + a six pack of beer when they’re having a bad day? she probably did this before they moved in together.

sends the cheesy good morning/night texts? both.

can never admit that they were wrong? they both can admit they’re wrong, stubborn as they both are.

suggests they send out a christmas card together? does the other go for it, or question when they turned into old people? she suggests the christmas card. he goes for it but also wonders when they turned into old suburban people.

is a morning person and who pulls the covers up over their head and begs for five more minutes? depends on the day tbh.

is constantly insisting they won’t need a jacket before they go out… and then has to steal the others when they get cold? aurora. always aurora.

is a smoker and has to deal with the other forever showing them gross photos to try and convince them to quit? neither of them smoke. but herc used to do this to his brother, ares

decides they need to go on a health binge and throws out all the sugary food in the house? how does the other react? he already eats healthy enough for his job and she’s addicted to sugary stuff so this would never happen.

holds all the important documents when they’re travelling? why? she does cause herc is carrying their luggage

hates flying? how does the other help them relax before/during/after a flight? neither of them mind flying, they travel A LOT. she’s on her phone or reading on flights, he’s asleep or listening to music.

is more likely to suggest a lil fool around in the bathrooms at a club? how does the other react? hercules. she says no. then changes her mind.

plans a night of boardgames for date night, and who plans a romantic dinner at a fancy restaurant? both. they both do both.

cries watching the news? rora.

teases the other one for having a crush on them… despite the fact they’ve been dating for a year? herc.

belives in aliens? totally hercules.

is constantly leaving the lights on in every room in the house? aurora.

rocks the seat on the ferris wheel? neither omg.

is a terrible liar? *neon arrow pointing at rora*

is always reading the other their star sign despite the fact they don’t believe in any of it? aurora. he just stares blankly.

who panics when mecury goes into retrograde? also rora.

insists they watch documentaries to broaden their knowledge? hercules and he watches weird af documentaries like on egypt. when a boxer would need this knowledge? he doesn’t know.

is constantly renovating part of their house but not finishing one thing before moving on to the next? they don’t renovate lol they rent their home

uses all the hot water? hercules.

is the shower person? whose the bath person? he’s a shower person, she’s a bath person.

is most likely to be unfaithful? ew no.

bonus questions:

what is your otps song? my mind immediately went to “let him go” a cover of the passenger song.

do their families approve of the relationship? why/why not? hahahaha eh. herc doesn’t really talk to his family so their approval doesn’t matter either way. most of his siblings approve, the rest don’t care enough. her parents don’t like herc, idk why. probably the boxer thing? or his family name?

whose friends do they hang out with more? his? hers? i think it’s even.

what do they do on their first date? did they have a first date, or did they just sort of… start dating? he cooked her dinner and served it on the roof of his apartment building cause there was totally a meteor shower.

what is their favorite way to spend the holidays? do they go to one of their families houses? or do they create their own tradition by staying in bed listening to christmas music and getting drunk? staying in bed listening to christmas music, watching movies with their dog and eating.

what do they name their dog? do the give it a super boring name like allen - or do they name it something like bubblegum princess? their dog’s name is Sprinkles. Herc tried to name it Jimmies cause he’s from NY and that’s what they call Sprinkles and he didn’t want to out right name the dog Sprinkles BUT RORA WAS LIKE WTF IS THAT? and when he explained, she wouldn’t let go of sprinkles.

how do they handle emergencies? does one of them crack under the pressure - or do they bicker because they both need to be in control? he’s the level headed one in emergencies. she cracks.

how did they meet? were they immediately drawn to each other? they met in the forest in one verse, i guess they were immediately drawn to each other lol. in their modern/main verse, they met on the street and he was immediately like “whoaaa”

what do they fight about the most? how do they resolve their fights? they fight about their families and his job. he’s a boxer so he gets hurt and it stresses her out. they talk things out, nobody goes to bed angry and nobody leaves. it’s resolved with love and patience and understanding

#bornofthedawn #( *singing about coffee* ‣ ooc answers. )

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