#mortumchargestep

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a couple of nerds and their guyloser <33

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6 for the fhr-specific prompts? c:

Revisiting a place from the days on the run. happy end au, they went on a road trip.

"...It occurred me that you knew this place."

"Yeah?"

"We were stuck in the middle of a desert, how did you even know this exist- Oooooh, was it-"

Anita scoff with a shake of their head betraying that they're smiling as they finally pulled out one more soda can- Mortum waiting outside after all. They look at Julia, leaning on the cold glass door.

"Yes, it was a lucky chance."

"A lucky chance?" Julia frowns, her arms holding number of chips and snacks. Anita have to get her to at least fewer than concerning amount she previously picked up. Beside, the motel is only a few miles away, no need that many during the next drive.

"Yeah, come on, Jules, we can... talk about it. Doc's waiting for us."

Later that day, Julia was the driver of the evening with Mortum at the back where Anita is laying on her lap- retelling the story.

How they came upon this place by chance, and Anita had no shame in "stealing" food, Julia couldn't protest about it while Mortum hums in understanding. When you're half-dead in the middle of nowhere, it's better to get food as soon as you can.

"...Oh right, that's also the same gas station where I stole a trucker's clothes." Anita said, after ending their story. This makes Mortum scoffs with a unbelievable but believable look, while Julia look at the mirror view with a "You seriously?"

"What? He was drunk! I made sure he think he lost his clothes!"

"...Just on him?"

"No. Apparently he have a bag full of clothes at that truck-"

"Neets!"

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hiiii i am finally done with this thing that lasted a year to finish sdhghsjdg- it's not perfect but I had a blast (and crying /j) while working this...!!

anyway just a typical anita singing @ julia be like-

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its a wine & cheese night at home…!!

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happy end au guyloser is just vibing over there...!!

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its spooky timessss with them nerds dressing up as the certain mystery detectives!!

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to be held like this…

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I SHOULD'VE BEEN T H E R E

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do you ever think that someday you could live like this? //happy ending AU

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totally not possessive!!!

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apologizes for i am very mortujulita / mortumchargestep brainrotten and too deep in it while im bored at work.

since i started thinking about this thing between memories and humanity, between ortega and mortum. and how i would be sooooo down for poly rou- AHEM.

i think its fun that ortega is all about memories- who you were, and who you are now. ortega who knew sidestep, would still fall in love with them. no matter what that the times doesn't stop ortega.

grasping onto the person that died and came back. how could they?

then theres mortum. people played sidestep treating their puppet varied and differently and its soooo neat to see how moral it goes with sidestep and puppet. the point here is that when pretending/acting/disguising as that puppet from gathering intels to having connections, it had allow sidestep to unknowingly have human feelings- emotions, experiences, and the humanity of who they want to be, and thats with mortum.

mortum keeping that person feeling like they have something- a friendship they didnt meant to have but they somehow did.

how do you love someone with so much history and had the lack of humanity of who they are... and somehow, its so fucked up yet i honestly think they would anchored by two people- a unexpected friend and a expected old friend. how can you? how can they...

sjdhgjshgjhsjgjhs hGHUAUHGHUUHG im just saying that these two would anchor sidestep, and i am. biting into the chains for the day when the poly route ever exist because i will not shut up about it and im so sorry about it jhsdGJDHJGJSHG

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3 from the oc ask meme for neets and roy >:3

3. Ask them to describe their love interest.

send me some like this if you want to!

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the wives and their short king (gn) goes on a vacay... and trying to find that one landmark by walking instead of taking that train-

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thinking about post-story concept within my happy end au.... thinking about mortujulita going on a road trip after everything. for mortum, its to stay low and wait til the noises calm down before she can come back to work again, for julia its the waiting game as people are confused on why is charge working with harbinger and that charge vanished after everything and anita?

harbinger is gone. for now. and for now, they're in a shitty motel, in the shitty but somehow decent comfort bed between two people they didn't expect to. have. have? having two people they love so deeply.

and thinking about how they hadn't broke a mirror. Or screaming into the cold floor in the bathroom, or anything because they were there.

Hands on their body, whispers of reminding and reminders. anita had said a dozen times not to look pity, don't like to be babysat but. but.

they hadn't broken a mirror, or laying on the cold floor of bathrooms in the many shitty motel rooms.

and theyre in the bed with them, rest is all they needed.

( meanwhile, in los diablos, a certain Marshall inhales and sighs deeply as he get questioned about 'where's charge? that woman always disappeared to places we know, but she's not!' in a very 'im tired' cat way- )

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Don’t you-

DARE.

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hair can be a experience.

...this is supposedly to be just a rambling but i made it fic-like vibes sdhgshjd

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Anita.

Hair started off long, straight, and touching the shoulder. Proper, quiet like a mouse, stiff and polite. Just like they would at the Farm. Always following the orders.

Then came the cut with shitty scissors they stole after they first escaped, cut their hair- shorter than their old hair. staring at the dead hair on the sink, feeling free. free. They will grow into the short messy hair that tugs against their neck, themmy telling them that 'you would look better in masculine.' better than feminine. cut the farm from their skin and wear things they want that isn't the Farm.

Fall into the cage, hair gone when they got captured and the hair get longer and messier when they escaped for the second time. Hair? Don't care. Don't want to cut it, cutting mean changing, and changing mean they will get caught. and they don't want to.

But then they cut their hair, on their own terms, on the hands of their lover with mod lining across her arms and the back, smiling telling them they look so handsome. The other lover rolling her eyes, grabbing their chin- their facial hair, feeling her fingers against their fresh and newly beard. Happiness.

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Julia.

Went on a journey, looking back, she would laugh. But back then, she wears her hair in ponytail- for the job- To be Charge, she keep up the looks. But came to love braiding from the hands of a little shit that throws a cocky grin at her.

And she couldn't save them, a knife in her hand and killing the hair. Chop it off. Mourning and loss. In the middle of the kitchen where the voice of theirs and she never step into that kitchen again.

Open her eyes, seeing them in the diner. Her hair, short and sidecut with a symbol of Charge hiding underneath that only she styled when she is a hero, but she sees them- Let her hair grow longer afterward.

But in the end, she cut her hair again. But it wasn't mourning and loss. It was finally at peace and at happiness. They sees her and feel flushed, told her she's handsome and the other smiles proudly at her. Feeling herself with these two.

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Mortum.

Science is a routine, and so was hair care. She cares about her own hair. Loves her hair. It's science, dear. Something's part of her life, always had been.

But when she's with clients- With the woman who who kept the business steady with her, her hair up in a ponytail- Show she's business. She's a scientist. And professional one at that. Money is money, of course.

Let her hair down, twisted and braided, smiling ear to ear with the woman who had became her friend- a best friend she didn't expect to have. To wanting to love her only to find out they're her. They look warily. Eyes away, yet she still kept her hair down. Because....

At some point, her hair will be twisted out, all natural and freely. Smiling from the couch, watching them pointing a spoon at the other- laugh and banter across the room. She's a scientist, but she is comfortable in this room. With them, she have that love that science can't tell her.