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maladaptivefanfic · 4 months ago

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I Want a Nurse

Bucky Barnes x fem!Avenger!reader

(starts with Matt Murdock x reader but just trust me)

Rating: Mature (it starts slow, I’ll give a heads up when we get close to any action)

Summary: Finding herself in unfamiliar territory, or unfamiliar times to be exact, an Avenger must find her way home or risk permanently altering her timeline. If only Bucky Barnes were less charming her task would be much easier.

I realized I didn’t do the read more thing on chapter one and I am so so sorry about that.

Chapter Two - Lost and Found

Present Day, 3 Days Since Nightingale’s Disappearance - Avengers Tower

Bucky’s headache only got worse. Maybe Murdock did have powers, and it was inflicting a wicked headache on him with his glare.

“Just because I’m not her biggest fan, doesn’t mean I’m going to evaporate her.” Barnes mumbled, knowing Matt could hear him.

“Why’d she take the hit for you? You hate her.” If Murdock’s glare was meant to be intimidating, Bucky couldn’t help how he rolled his eyes in response.

“I don’t hate her.” This same discussion, again and again.

“You’re mean to her, always have been!”

“Just because I don’t want her to baby me doesn’t mean I’m being mean to her!” Was it so wrong that Bucky just wanted her to keep her damn distance?

“She’s just trying to do her job!”

“Yeah? And look where that got her!” Bucky and Matt were yelling now, bringing Steve and Sam back from the kitchen

“Really guys?” Sam was exasperated. He had been desperate to keep the peace between them, but after so many days of no answers Sam’s tactics of mediating were losing efficacy.

Matt had been visiting for the last three days, desperate for a crumb of information but still there were no leads, no guesses, no hits on where she could be. Unfortunately, this also meant that Bucky and Matt had been at each other’s throats for those three days.

Bucky was bouncing between guilt at Nightingale going missing because of him, and anger that she hadn’t left when he told her to.

Matt had settled on anger, directed specifically at Barnes.

“You both know she would hate this, she hated when you two fought.” Steve tried to ease the tension in the room, but mentioning her only made Matt clench his fist tighter.

“We moving into the past tense already?” He spoke lowly, a gravely hum lacing his voice.

“No, no we are not. We are still looking Matt, we��re going to find her and bring her home.” Steve was quick to correct himself. 3 days was hardly time to call it quits but there was nothing to go on.

Dr St Helens had been a celebrated, award winning, and innovative scientist and inventor, but his mental breakdown after having his latest and most life changing work stolen tied with his wife leaving him left him more than a broken man. In his grief he had turned to reviving old hydra tech and merged it Chintari remnants from the Battle of New York. It was a Frankenstein effort of destructive rays and weaponry that had Tony, Peter, and Bruce scratching their heads trying to figure out what the goal was when not even Dr St Helens was cognizant enough to explain. Even reaching out to Shuri proved a puzzle for the young genius, but she was sure it could be solved.

“If the mad man can create it, we can certainly understand it.” She had said, and Bucky desperately wanted to believe that. Surely if she could fix him, this would be a walk in the park?

It was then they heard an alarm from down the hall begin to go off, jumping and running down the hall as they ran towards Tony’s lab just in time to have Peter cut around the corner - his eyes wide with surprise and confusion as he spoke to them.

“You’re going to want to see this.”

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June 27th 1943, French Countryside, 20 miles from the Italian Border

“And there we go, a picture for your new file.” Lorraine smiled at her handiwork, a crisp new photo of her newest friend.

“Thank you Lorraine.”

“Of course! Got to get you all official before we head in to Italy.”

Y/n smiled, hopefully she could get a message to Steve, she could only pray he would be over here soon enough and she would be able to meet him. If she could make enough of an impact in his memory, he would know where she was in the future!

“I really appreciate Mrs Daniels taking me on.” It would’ve been a nightmare trying to get through war torn Europe without attaching herself to this group.

“Oh think nothing of it, we’re glad to have you and your magic hands here helping us.”

Y/n laughed as Lorraine wiggled her fingers. The girls had begun to joke that she had magic hands, since all the men she healed made such speedy recoveries. In truth, y/n was really holding herself back. It was like working in the hospital again, healing to a comfortable level without being overly suspicious. Unfortunately the men were still heading out despite the pain, feeling better than they had in a long time, meaning despite her best efforts they were still out of the tent much earlier than normal.

She’d have to be careful, no sense getting caught up in trying to explain her powers. That would lead to so difficult conversations and would definitely delay her meeting Steve if not derailing her plans entirely by catching Hydra’s attention.

They would be meeting up with a couple of men from the unit stationed in Azzano and they would be escorting them from there. The unit George and his friend Paul were from would also be joining, the need for more soldiers on the Italian front increasing as more men were being captured.

Y/n was glad she could keep an eye on her new friends a while longer. While she had only been in 1943 for a week now, Lorraine had become a fast friend - and George always seemed to follow her around with Paul right behind him. It was a funny scene to watch George trying to sweet talk her outside the medical tent, trying to get her sweetened sympathy with a burnt hand or a cut forehead, but Lorraine saw right through it. Y/n and Paul could only laugh at the scene.

With her small bag, a spare duffle from a soldier in George’s unit, filled with spare clothes and toiletries from the other nurses and shipments sent over, she climbed into the truck next to Lorraine.

“I wonder what the temperature will be like in Italy, wish it wasn’t so hot.” A young nurse, Janet complained next to them as she fanned herself.

They had been traveling for a bit, and with every mile Y/n had missed the air conditioner of her time but the others could only laugh at Janet’s plight.

“Maybe if you didn’t wear that fancy dress, you wouldn’t be overheating.” Another nurse joked from further in the truck

“Hey! Moving camps means new men, I want to make a good first impression!” Janet was a sweet but silly girl, far too invested in romance during a war. Her father, some important banker in New York, was apparently very opposed to her nursing, but eventually relented to his only daughter’s whims. And nobody could complain when her father sent goodies and treats for all of them in his care packages.

The truck came to a stop, as the girls laughed again.

“Is a lovely thing to hear the laughter of pretty ladies.” A hearty voice laughed, coming to the end of the truck and looking up at them. “It’s a pleasure to meet you ladies, my name is Corporal Dugan, I’ll be escorting you ladies on to Azzano.”

The man smiled up under this mustache and y/n grinned. Dum Dum Dugan, y/n remembered him from Steve’s Howling Commando stories. This was her lucky day indeed.

“Hello Corporal Dugan, do take care of us?” Lorraine shook his hand sweetly from her end seat, with Mrs Daniels riding up front Lorraine was their unofficial leader.

“It’ll be my pleasure.” He grinned, tipping his head with a wink to some of the younger nurses before walking away.

It was another couple of hours of travel before they made it to Azzano, soldiers were there helping the nurses out of the truck and unloading fresh supplies while y/n dawdled as she stretched in the truck, last one out. As she went to hop out of the truck though, her foot caught as she took the hand of the soldier waiting for her.

Luckily he grabbed her before she fell and placed her gently on the ground.

“You just got here and you’re already falling for me, huh doll?”

She laughed, familiar with the soldiers’ easy flirting at this point, before she looked up into a smiling face that surprised her.

Smiling down at her was none other than Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes.

How could she forget what else was waiting in Azzano?

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Present Day - 3 Days Since Nightingale’s Disappearance - Avengers Tower

“What is it?” Matt asked as the others stared at the screen. The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

“It’s a picture of y/n, but it’s…well she’s…” Peter struggled to find the words before Natasha spoke up

“It’s a file from World War Two that’s part of some online archive, information from this woman as a nurse in 1943.”

They all stared at her, that was definitely her face, her hair done differently to suit the time, and the picture faded with age. The file information was minimal, a piece of a larger file of information from the Smithsonian’s online collection.

“Nurse Y/n l/n, picture from June 1943, age y/a” Steve spoke clearly.

“That doesn’t make any sense. It’s probably some sort of mix up because they look similar.” Matt was confused, everyone was. But this wasn’t just a simple mix up, this woman smiling back at them was every inch y/n.

As Steve and Bucky stared at the picture more and more, they felt a scratch at their brains, like there was something they were supposed to be remembering. Bucky’s headache only grew worse, finding himself clutching his hand to his head.

“You ok, Buck?” It was Steve that spoke, turning to Bucky as the groan left his lips. His head hurt, the light hurt, and now this was making it worse as he felt his brain struggle to make sense of it all.

“Headache, since the fight. I got thrown into a building.” He grumbled as if it was obvious

“Y/n would’ve checked for that and fixed it.” Steve was wary, and Bucky couldn’t tell if it was sympathy or concern in his tone.

“Yeah well it came back after she left.” Damn what kind of lights did Stark use in this lab? It was too bright.

“I’ve had a headache for days now too.” When Steve said this, Bucky finally looked up to meet his gaze.

“What if it isn’t a simple headache Buck, what if something weirder is going on?”

“What on earth do you-“ but Bucky was cut off as memories began to flash in his mind, bringing him to his knees. New memories. Not memories that Hydra had taken, but something fresh.

A truck, new nurses, a charming laugh and the surprised face of a cute nurse as he caught her.

Steve was at his side as he clutched his head and groaned out his realization to the room.

“I know where she is.”

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June 27th 1943, Azzano, Italy - US Military Camp

“Oh, uh, thank you, sir.” Y/n scurried to steady herself out of his grasp. Sergeant Barnes was no fan of hers in the future and she didn’t want to bother him further by antagonizing him in the past.

“You’re very welcome, if you’d like I can take your bag and lead you on to your friends.” He flashed her a winning smile, his eyes still bright despite what he’d seen so far. Y/n could only smile back briefly before averting her eyes.

“Oh that won’t be necessary, I’m sure you’re busy sir and-“

“Bucky, please. Sir makes me feel old. And I promise I’m not busy.” he laughed

A chill ran down her spine at the name, she was never allowed to call him Bucky. The one time it slipped she got a glare, and never had since.

“I don’t want to intrude.” A weak excuse

“You’re not intruding. This is entirely self serving I assure you, see I’m trying to get a nice in with the nurses so if you end up stitching me up, you might be gentle about it.” Again he smiled with a wink, and she finally relented her grasp on her bag. She could be nice, she could be civil, and then she would avoid him until Steve arrived.

“Thank you.” She smiled lightly at him as he held out his arm. She looked at him now, cocking an eyebrow.

“It was raining earlier today and the ground is still slippery, I’d hate for you to fall.”

The ground looked fine, but again she decided to humor him.

It reminded her of Matt, walking like this. She knew that Matt was perfectly capable of walking around on his own but it made her feel useful to him and he always said he loved having his pretty girl on his arm.

She’s made it a week without missing Matt, but this Bucky’s charm reminded her of his humor so much her heart clenched.

“So, I’ve given you my name, could I have yours?” He chirped beside her as they walked.

“Y/n l/n” he complimented it before they devolved into the usual pleasantries, where are you from, how long have you been overseas, etc etc etc. It was funny to hear Bucky explain his life to her, while she already knew. He was from Brooklyn, he had his mom and his little sister Rebecca, his best friend Steve was a pain in his neck which only made y/n laugh

“Yeah he’s a scrappy thing, I miss his fire out here though.” He chuckled, a hint of sadness laced his humored tone.

“Maybe you’ll get to see him soon, maybe on leave?” She smiled, knowing that he would very much be seeing Steve soon, sooner than he thought to be sure. Though he’d be decidedly less scrappy.

“Yeah, maybe, it’d be nice to be home for a bit.” Now his smile was genuine and light, memories of home bringing some energy back to him.

As they approached the tent where she heard the laughter of her fellow nurses, he tipped his head to her, handing her bag back to her.

“Well Miss, this is your stop.”

“Thank you very much Sergeant Barnes”

“Bucky, doll, please.” He placed his hand over his heart, feigning heartache as a smile dance across his lips. God had that look ever been directed at her? Did Sergeant Barnes even smile like that anymore?

“Have a good evening Sergeant Barnes.” She shook her head as she pulled back the flap, making her way in with the other nurses with a smile on her face.

#bucky barnes x avenger!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky banres #bucky barnes x y/n

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nethhiri · 1 year ago

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Marooned: Chapter 1

Pairing: Kid x FemReader x Killer

Warnings: reference to suicide, terrible humor

Brief Summary: You have been surviving, not thriving, on an island. Was this divine punishment for the things you had done in life? When you have all but accepted your fate to die alone in this shitty paradise, your ticket to freedom washes up on shore, but is it wise to accept the ride? The real question is: would it mean trouble for you or for THEM?

Happy birthday, Kil! Sorry I made you half-dead in this.

First Light

You had a routine. Somewhat reminiscent of your old life, you woke up at the asscrack of dawn. Where it used to be a wake-up-call, now it was the sun's earliest tendrils prodding you awake. After being here for so long, you became sensitive to the natural rhythm set by sun. At first light, you woke up, and after dusk, you were fast asleep. And between those two mandatory meetings in your schedule, you had quite a few tasks that you'd given yourself, mostly to stay sane. Was it helping? Probably not.

Again, much like your old life, every day starts with a perimeter check. Except in your current life, that meant beach-combing. For others, it was a fun little hobby, but for you, it was your line to the outside. Today should be especially fruitful since there was a big thunderstorm just off the coast. After the last one, you had almost enough materials to start building the next section of your boat. With that promise hanging in the air, you threw on Frankenstein's minidress, your affectionate name for what was essentially an oversize T-shirt crafted from animal skin and the tatters of your original clothing, and carefully slid down the knotted vine connecting your ramshackle treehouse with the jungle floor. The shirt was more to protect you from the sun's rays than to protect your modesty. Who was gonna see you anyway? A whale?

In the gentle purple-blue light, you found the handle to your sled and started off towards the beach. "It's going to be a really good day, isn't it, Mini?" You looked over into thick underbrush. A breeze rustled the leaves. You laughed, tugging the thing along the dirt. "I thought so." It took some effort to pull the sled to the beach. It was a large animal's ribcage with some kind of fronds lining the outside, to make it slide easier.

You didn't really have a set time that you adhered to for your first task of the day, but it generally took 2-3 hours (or so you thought, you didn't have a watch) to circumnavigate the island, depending on what there was to find. It was taking longer today, which you had anticipated. And it had indeed been fruitful: A few jars filled with something that looked edible, some wooden planks, some blue and white thing that looked like it could be a weird colander, some buttons, a few scraps of fabric, some rad goggles, and an entire human man.

Wait... a man? You did a double-take. You initially thought it was part of a crumpled blue sail. Oh shit oh fuck. Your heartbeat escalated. You hadn't considered this scenario. You hadn't seen another human being in... well a long time. What if he's dead?... or worse what if he's alive? Your thoughts flashed to the gun you had hidden away, one of the few things that washed ashore with you. You didn't even know if it would still fire. And I only have one bullet that I was saving in case.... in case. There was no point standing there to ponder the possibilities. You looked to the treeline, "Standby, Mini." There was no answer.

Cautiously, you approached the man. Long blonde hair was splayed around him and his clothes, a blue shirt and jeans, were soaked. You inched your big toe towards him. Gently, you poked at him. Nothing. Your body was on edge as you crouched down to inspect him further, placing your fingers on his neck for a pulse and watching to see if his chest rose. You jerked back. Alive! What do I do? He wasn't quite cold but he wasn't as warm as he should be. "And he definitely had a rough night," you said to no one in particular, gingerly taking inventory of scattered wounds marring his tanned skin.

You pushed things around in your sled to make a space for at least his upper half. "Sorry, blondie." There was no way to get him in there easily. You hooked your arms under his and used your legs to pull him into the sled the best you could. It was probably good he was wearing jeans since you were about to drag him through the forest. But you were no idiot. You weren't taking him to your base of operations. First things first, you had to wash him up and fully inspect the damage. You sighed, looking towards the forest again, "I don't mean to be crude, Mini, but I don't know if I even remember what a dick looks like."

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Don't worry, fellas (gender-neutral). Killer will be okay and Kid is lurking somewhere...

Getting back in the writing game with my first multi-chapter fic (Go big or go home amirite). This story has become my daily intrusive thoughts and I need to get them out. Essentially this is the story of my OC (Ex-Cap't Krait Shenron), but it is made to be enjoyed by all (I hope) and "Reader"-friendly. Some of the more specific details are kept in since it pertains to plot. No posting schedule but I will probably word vomit this entire thing out and then who knows? Maybe I will start taking requests again (sweating).

I will also be uploading to AO3 if you prefer: Here

#massacre soldier killer #eustass kid #one piece #one piece oc #x reader #reader insert #killer x reader #massacre soldier killer x reader #eustass x reader #eustass kid x reader #kid x reader x killer #kid pirates #tw: suicide mention

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wjbs-bonkle-au · 1 year ago

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Every Bionicle mask-power summarised.

Hau: Everything-proof shield

Kaukau: "Hey, wanna see how long I can hold my breath underwater?"

Miru: Somewhat balanced flight powers (can't take off from a standstill; horizontal movement at least somewhat controlled by wind)

Kakama: Wheeeeeeeee!

Pakari: Kinda like the Berserk Pack from Doom

Akaku: X-ray specs

Huna: Stealth mode

Rau: Google Translate

Mahiki: Illusions, but also just full-on shapeshifting for some reason?

Komau: Hypnotism kink

Ruru: "Night vision", which canonically manifests as a torch-like beam projected from the mask's front, and gives the wearer actual night-vision, and yet more x-ray stuff

Matatu: Gmod Physgun Telekinesis Addon 2004 No Virus

Calix: Basically X-Cell from Fallout 4 but without the intelligence boost

Elda: Thing finder, for finding things

Suletu: Telepathy and also psychic torture

Sanok: Aimbot

Kadin: Very unbalanced flight powers (literally the only downside is that the user can't hover in place)

Iden: Out of body from morning to night/Dance floor packed and I'm feeling alright

Arthron: *Whale noises*

Faxon: "Hey, wanna see my animal impressions?"

Zatth: Kinda like if going "pspsps" had an equal chance of attracting a cat, a bear or a car-sized land-octopus

Garai: Gravity-y-y-y-y-y, on me/Never let me down, gent-ly damn, two Gorillaz references in one post; I'll try to use another band next time

Volitak: Same as the Huna but worse

Tryna: Wise fwom your gwave!

Jutlin: Rust-vision

Avsa: *Vampire noises*

Felnas: Messes up your abilities, but only through touch for some reason?

Mohtrek: I have no idea how I'd condense this mask's timeline-fuckery into a single se- where did all these scars come from?

Shelek: ‍

Crast: Pushes others away

Mask of Mutation: Guess.

Mask of Scavenging/Vulture: Like the Avsa, but it only works on the recently-deceased

Pehkui: Makes you tiny

Mask of Clairvoyance: The last word of this post will be "diversity"

Kualsi: Nightcrawler powers

Mask of Emulation: "Hey, wanna see my non-animal impressions?"

Mask of Growth: Makes you big

Mask of Rahi Control: Gives you all the powers of a zookeeper

Avohkii: Let there be light!

Kraahkan: Actually I changed my mind; there should darkness

Mask of Psychometry: Ever wondered where your favourite shirt came from?

Rode: Mask of Seeing Through Your Shit

Olmak: Now you're thinking with portals

Mask of Charisma: Actually functions more like brainwashing

Olisi: Isn't it weird how Bionicle's most notable use of the "mad oracle" trope is A. unreliable and B. a giant Frankenstein-man who commits body-horror on random people?

Kiril: Basically the opposite of the Jutlin

Mask of Intangibility: *Ghost noises*

Mask of Possibilities: Essentially the Improbability Drive from Madness Combat, but on a smaller scale

Mask of Elemental Energy: who cares about this one like seriously it barely appears outside the games

Mask of Adaptation: Turns you into an environment-specific action figure

Mask of Aging: The mask that makes you old

Mask of Biomechanics: Essentially the Gmod ragdoll-mover addon

Mask of Conjuring: I'm just going to copy what Biosector says, since it's really convoluted and complex; "The Mask of Conjuring is a Kanohi that allows its user to verbally program a limited power into the mask for a brief period of time. The user must describe in detail the power desired and at least one weakness. If the phrasing is spoken wrong, it causes intense psychic backlash in the user's mind. The user can use a programmed power for fifteen minutes (with a Great version), and after the time is out, the user must wait thirty seconds to activate the mask again. The Noble version will only work for five minutes. Another weakness is because it requires time and speech, any enemies nearby can hear in detail what power to expect and what its weakness is. Because of this, the usage of the mask is more commonly done alone. It is also capable of being programmed with the powers of other masks, such as the Kanohi Hau."

Mask of Freezing: What do you think it does

Mask of Fusion: Combines things • Mask of Healing: Heals stuff

Mask of Incomprehension: 👁️🧠🫵🥫🚹🇮🇹📤

Mask of Rebounding: Something something rubber glue etc.

Mask of Reconstitution: Literally just another Mask of Mutation, but slightly worse

Mask of Sensory Aptitude: 'Cause I've got one two three four five/Senses working o-ver-ti-ime!

Mask of Undeath: I live... again!

Mask of Weather Control: /weather clear 18000

Mask of Weight Increase: Literally just a Garai that can't make things lighter

Ignika: Do-anything MacGuffin that turned into a guy once and also became God's hat for a bit

Vahi: Time isn't holding up/Time isn't after us/Same as it ever was/Same as it ever was...

Mask of Creation: Just kinda lets you make stuff, while also celebrating the Matoran Universe's cultural diversity!

#bionicle

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lolahaurisfw · 9 months ago

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✎ Introduction ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Reqs are always open like usual too, and you can request as much as you want and as detailed as you want! i just get to things when i can/want to.

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What I Won't Write:

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Reader Who Is: Tall, Short, Fat, Chubby, Curvy, Buff. Trans/NB.

Reader Who Has: Depression, Anxiety, DPDR, ADD.

Fluff, angst, platonic, hurt/comfort.

HC's, one shots, short multi-chapter fics, imagines/drabbles.

Canon-friendly, AU's, Canon Divergence, Out of Character.

Ch x Ch / Ch x Reader / Ch x OC / Poly Ships of any kind.

F/F, M/M, F/M, GN/F, GN/M, Poly Ships of any kind.

Now that that's out of the way, here's the list of fandoms and characters i'm familiar with and will happily take requests on!

Adventure Time/Fiona & Cake: PB, Marceline, Marshall Lee, Winter King, Candy Queen, Simon, Ice King, Fiona.

Attack On Titan: Armin, Eren, Mikasa, Sasha, Levi, Hanji, Annie, Historia, Reiner, Erwin, Ymir.

Avatar: Jake, Neytiri.

Batman Begins Trilogy: Batman, Catwoman, Bane, Joker, Scarecrow.

Beauty & The Beast: Belle, Beast/Adam, Gaston.

Bee & Puppycat: Bee, Deckard, Cass, Toast.

BigBang Theory: Raj, Leonard, Penny, Amy.

Bistro Huddy: All Staff Members.

Black Dynamite: Honeybee, Black Dynamite.

BNA: Michiru, Shirou.

Bob’s Burgers: Bob, Linda.

Breaking Bad: Jesse, Skylar.

Call of Duty: Konig, Ghost, Mace, Keegan, Krueger, Valeria, Farah.

Creepypasta: Jeff, Jane, Ben, Toby, EJ, LJ, Slenderman, Splendorman, Clockwork, Kate, Masky, Hoodie,

Desperate Housewives: Bree, Gabi, Edie, Lynette, Carlos, John.

Dirty Dancing: Johnny, Baby.

Earth Girls Are Easy: Mac, Zeebo, Wiploc, Valerie.

Elemental: Wade, Ember.

Encanto: Isabela, Bruno, Dolores, Julieta.

FNAF Movie: Vanessa, Mike, William/Steve.

Frozen: Elsa, Anna, Kristoff.

Futurama: Leela, Fry, Amy, Bender.

Good Pizza, Great Pizza: Alicante, Octavia, Dr. Keh, Nasir, Flash, Cicero, Kimmy Slice, Dr. Price.

Grandma's Boy: J.P, Samantha.

Gravity Falls: Ford, Stan, Soos, Melody, Giffany, Bill.

Jane The Virgin: Jane, Michael, Petra, Luisa, Rose, Rogelio, Xiomara.

Jurassic Park (1993): Ian Malcolm, Ellie Sattler.

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo, Choso, Nanami, Sukuna, Toji, Shoko, Geto, Yaga Masamichi, Utahime, Uraume.

King of the Hill: Hank, Peggy, Luane, Nancy, Dale, Khan, Min, John Redcorn.

Life Is Strange (2015): Maxine, Chloe.

Lisa Frankenstein: Lisa, Creature, Taffy.

Little Mermaid (2022): Ariel, Eric.

MHA: Dabi, Hawks, Aizawa, Shigaraki.

Miller's Girl: Cairo, Johnathon.

Moon Knight: Moon System, Layla, Khonshu.

Mulan: Mulan, Li Shang.

National Treasure: Benjamin, Riley.

Nintendo: Link, Zelda, Peach, Daisy, Rosalina, Luigi, Bowser, Waluigi.

Norbit: Rasputia, Norbit.

Princess & The Frog: Tiana, Lottie, Naveen, Shadow Man.

Ratatouille: Colette, Linguini.

Regular Show: Mordecai, Margret, Eileen, CJ, Benson.

Resident Evil: Karl Heisenberg, Carlos Oiliveria, Lady Dimitrescu.

Rick and Morty: Rick, Jerry, Beth, Doofus Rick.

Riverdale: FP Jones, Hiram.

Scott Pilgrim vs. The World: Kim, Ramona, Gideon, Wallace.

Scream 5: Amber, Tara, Sam.

Serial Mom: Chip, Beverly.

Silverado: Slick, Rae, Mal, Paden.

Shallow Hal: Rosemary, Hal.

Shameless: Lip, Fiona, Kev, V.

SheRa (2018): All Adults.

Sherlock (2010): Sherlock, John Watson.

Slashers & DBD: Brahms, Ghostface, Michael Myers, Jason Vorhees, Pyramid Head, The Spirit, Huntress, Trapper, Wraith, Trickster, Pearl, Jennifer Check, Stu Matcher, Billy Loomis, Tiffany Valentine, Patrick Batmeman, Thomas Hewitt, Vincent Sinclair, Eric Draven, The Artist, Amanda Young.

Spiderverse: Miguel, Jessica Drew.

Spongebob: Dennis, Man Ray.

Squid Games: Gi-Hun, Sae-Byeok, Ali, Sang Woo.

Stardew Valley: All Adult Humans (Except George & Evelyn)

Steven Universe: Garnet, Amethyst, Peridot, Lapis, Jasper, Blue Diamond, Rose, Greg.

Stranger Things: Robin, Billy Eddie, Chrissy, Hopper.

Supernatural: Sam, Dean, Castiel.

Super Store: Amy, Jonah, Dina, Garrett, Cheyenne.

Tangled: Flynn, Rapunzel, Mother Gothell.

The Batman (2022): Batman, Riddler.

The Breakfast Club: John Bender, Allison Reynolds.

The Nanny: C.C, Fran, Maxwell.

Total Drama Island: S1 Contestants, Chris, Chef, Blainley.

Triple Frontier: Frankie, Santiago.

Turning Red: Ming Lee, Jin Lee.

Twilight: Edward, Carlisle, Alice, Charlie.

YOU: Beck, Joe, Peach, Love.

Young Sheldon: Mary, Connie.

Abel Morales (A Most Violent Year)

Astarion (Baulder’s Gate 3)

Babbo Natale (Violent Night)

Barbie (Barbie 2023)

Basil Stitt (Lightning Face)

Beverly Goldberg (The Goldbergs)

Bruce (Beyond Therapy)

Charles Ingalls (Little House on the Praire)

Charlie Dompler (Smiling Friends)

Chel (Road to El Dorado)

Dale Kobble (Longlegs)

Dan Conner (Rosanne)

David Levinson (Independence Day)

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

Doug Remer (Baseketball)

Duke Leto Atreides (Dune)

Fezzik (Princess Bride)

Francine (American Dad)

Fujimoto (Ponyo)

Georgia Miller (Ginny & Georgia)

Jack Harrison (Translyvania 6-5000)

Jackson Rippner (Red Eye)

Jon Arbuckle (Garfield 2024)

John Doe (John Doe Game)

Jonathan Levy (Scenes from a Marriage)

John Wick (John Wick 4)

King Baldwin (Kingdom of Heaven)

Kitten (Breakfast on Pluto)

Laurent LeClaire (In Secret)

Linda Gunderson (Rio)

Llewyn Davis (Inside Lleywn Davis)

Master Chief (Halo)

Mike (5lbs of Pressure)

Moe Doodle (Doodle Bops)

Nani Palekai (Lilo & Stitch)

Nathan Bateman (Ex Machina)

Outcome-3 (The Bourne Legacy)

Orestes (Agora)

Paul Blart (Paul Blart: Mall Cop)

Paul Cable (Last Stand at Saber River)

Peggy Bundy (Married With Children)

Peter Mitchell (3 Men & A Baby)

Poe Dameron (Star Wars)

Prince John (Robin Hood 2010)

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd (Top Gun: Maverick)

Rose Tyler (Doctor Who)

Shiv (Pu-239)

Stanley Ipkiss (The Mask)

Star-Lord (Guardians of the Galaxy)

Summer Field (Time Cut)

Tate Langdon (AHS: Murder House)

The Janitor (Willy’s Wonderland)

Thomas Magnum (Magnum, P.I 1980)

William Tell (The Card Counter)

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phoebepheebsphibs · 6 months ago

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Double-Mutated Mikey

Chapter 40: Biofilm

Continued from the short story written by @boots-with-the-fur-club

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Donatello races down the hallway, checking his trackers every few minutes to make sure everything is going smoothly with the others. After this is over, he's thinking of adding hidden cameras to their masks as well, so he can also see where they are, not just know their longitude and latitude. What good is knowing where a person is if you can't know what's going on?

Donnie started getting into the trackers phase when they'd first come up against the Foot Clan, and Raph had accidentally eaten a tracker meant for a salami paper stack. That had been the inspiration to start tagging his family. He'd installed the subdermal trackers sometime after then, working on different updates and methods of inserting them under the skin or under their shells when they weren't looking or conscious or aware or -- well, you get the idea.

But as time went on, he'd started thinking maybe adding a visual or audio aspect to the tracers was a good idea. It was starting to annoy him that his brothers and father would go places alone for long periods of time and he wouldn't know why or what was happening. Donnie would never consider himself 'clingy'. Or at least, he'd never admit that he was. Donnie was just... concerned for their well-being. And it always seemed like their well-being was coming into question whenever he was not with them. He should have added the video/audio feed to the trackers a long time ago.

He'd have known what was taking Leo so long to get them back after they'd been portaled to Tahiti.

He'd have known what Leo and Papa were doing with Big Mama while they dealt with the Shredder.

He'd have known where the Shredder and the Foot Lieutenant and Foot Brute and Cassandra took Splinter and Barry when they attacked their old lair.

He'd have known what the Krang were doing with Raphael when he was captured.

He'd have known what happened to Leo in the Prison Dimension.

He'd have known about Mikey's captivity and recapture.

He'd have known how to be the genius they all needed him to be.

He'd have known how to be a better brother...

Donnie swallows the thoughts and keeps on moving. He turns a corner and sees a strange laboratory, filled with machines and mechanisms and lasers and weird gadgets that Donnie would be more than happy to take home with him... But it also has what looks like a few medical devices stored in there as well. A CT scanner, an X-ray machine, other devices that Donatello recognizes from science-fiction films and spy movies that definitely won't be found in any normal hospital.

This looks like the kind of place that a man specialized in engineering and robotics would be hiding in...

Donnie sneaks over to the room, not caring about dodging cameras. The building's been evacuated, and even if it hadn't been, everybody already knows that they're here.

The door was left open by a careless employee trying to leave in a hurry. Perfect! Donnie's ninpo can create all kinds of stuff, but making small items to hack into things like security systems takes a lot of brainpower. And -- you didn't hear it from him -- it's difficult. His ninpo works like his mind, building the items piece by piece, engineering the weapons or defense mechs however he sees it in his head. And while he is a genius, even geniuses have trouble keeping track of hundreds of thousands of lines of programming. Even a small item like the USB flash drive he gave April earlier would take a lot of internal interfacing and coding... it's exhausting. But not impossible.

But fortunately, it isn't necessary.

Donatello sneaks in cautiously. It's strange how the room is a Frankenstein mashup between a doctor's office and a robotics lab. Secretly, Donnie is taking mental notes on how to incorporate some of these ideas and designs into his own lab.

There are desks covered with tools and blueprints. Cabinets with vials and liters of mysterious multi-coloured liquids. Tables with a few unpacked boxes stuffed with strange items and labels scribbled messily onto the cardboard. On one said table is a crate. Poking out of said crate, Donatello can see a wooden staff with purple wraps, two familiar blue hilts for what he can assume are twin katanas, and the edges of a battleshell.

"Our stuff!" he whispers to himself. They definitely need to get those back...

Donnie rushes to the box and starts rummaging through it. Yep, it's all here... Dee's gear, Leo's swords, Raph's sai. He reaches in and retrieves the weapons, looking them over for anything like tags or trackers that the TCRI or EPF would have placed on them. They look fine...

"My goggles!" Dee cheers, grabbing them quickly and placing them over his eyes to inspect the software. "Oh, thank God they didn't mess with my babies..."

"Don't thank Him just yet!" a voice cries out from behind him.

Donnie yipes before ducking, narrowly avoiding a swing from a madman behind him. He doesn't look like a guard, but instead wears a standard white lab coat. His hair is wild and unkempt, dark eyebags sag on his face, his chin is stubbled with untended scruff. By the looks of it, his only diet is caffeine and the suffering of others. He must be a scientist, then. His voice sounds familiar; Donnie's sure he's seen or heard him before...

"You were on the video files from the previous building!" he realizes, quickly grabbing his bō from the box and readying himself. "You made Mikey fight monsters in the Interaction room..."

"I see someone's been doing some research!" the man chuckles, his eyes wide and firey. "I'm flattered you recognized me. The name's Dr. Rod Timothy, not that you'll have much of a mind to recall that after I finish with you!!"

Donnie dodges as Dr. Timothy grabs a futuristic weapon from the table and fires it at him. Burning red blasts of light fly through the air. Dee ducks quickly, jumping to the side as he tries to come up with a weapon of his own. His mind always goes straight to the extreme -- 'go big or go home,' 'more bang for your buck', etc. Typically, the villains he fights are durable and super-strong mutants, they require bigger weapons like missiles and giant drills or hammers, etc. Humans are small, easy to break, but fierce and determined. They're harder to gauge, and Donnie has to search his mind for a weapon he can use against him without actually causing too much damage. Not just to the human, but also to the building itself. So missiles are off the menu.

Donnie's palm fills with parts and pieces that instantly grow together and attach in method and order, creating a mini grenade. He taps a button and sends the round object flying towards the scientist. It lands just a few feet in front of him and -- BOOM -- the flash grenade goes off, blinding the man as Dee uses his goggles to guide him through the room and find a place to hide.

"AGH!" Timothy screams, covering his watering eyes as he staggers around. "Y-you... you see, this is exactly why I was hoping you'd come here..."

Donnie peeks out from behind a giant scanner, watching as the mad scientist stumbles around chuckling.

"You creatures always have such a strange tolerance... it's superhuman...!"

The man looks up and looks around, pupils dilating like crazy as he frantically flails his arms and hands, feeling for something.

"And soon, I will be too..."

He really is insane, Donnie thinks to himself.

"If you're so keen on mutants, why'd you experiment on my brother?!" Donnie snarls.

Dr. Timothy reels around and stares blindly in Dee's direction, trying to listen as Donnie ninjas away to a new location to watch Timothy... and lure him into a trap.

"Oh, yes," Timothy laughs, the tears from his watering eyes streaming down his face. "You're brother was loads of fun. I enjoyed our little exercises and examinations thoroughly... Such a fun little plaything, a wonderful puzzle to take apart and put back together."

"Anyone ever tell you to get psychiatric help?" Donnie growls.

"More often than you'd think," Timothy cackles. "But they don't see the necessity of my methods! The vision! They're all sniveling, spineless, mindless plebeians who cannot understand the future..."

"What future is that?" Donnie asks, purposefully directing the man towards the far back of the room.

"Oh, one that you'd approve of!" Timothy laughs, blinking quickly, eyes darting back and forth. "A future free of humans. A future of mutants."

"What are you talking about?" Donnie asks, genuinely confused. "Chaplin wants to eradicate the mutants, why --"

"Oh, he's nothing more than a COWARD!!" Timothy bellows, fist pounding on the side of the table and sending small items flying. "He's a pathetic hatemonger who can't see that the only way for humanity to advance is to literally advance as a species and evolve! He thinks that what we need is to take out the competition!"

Dr. Timothy smiles so wide, his face contorts as though it's made of flabby plastic.

"I say we need to switch flags."

Donnie purposely knocks over small rolling cart of supplies, causing Dr. Timothy to stagger towards the sound.

"Chaplin is a visionary, though. And a golden goose. I never would have been able to pursue my research without his funding..."

"Well, the golden goose won't be laying anymore eggs for you psychopaths," Donnie huffs. "Chaplin's dead."

Timothy grunts at the news. Donnie can't tell if he's laughing, or making strange sad noises. The deranged fiend turns to stare blankly at the table, almost wistfully, reminiscing his fellow evil scientist.

"Well... he was a very significant man. Powerful, resourceful, determined... but I can't say that I'm not a little glad that he's gone."

"Oh?" Donnie chuckles. "No love lost between coworkers?"

"I had respect for the man, it's true," Timothy grumbles, reaching across the table strewn with supplies as he feels his way around. His fingers curl over a few of the objects laid before him as he moves forwards. "But his values and ideals were misguided and foolish. Only the strong come out on top."

"I'd like to think the smart ones have a pretty good chance, too..." Donnie remarks, stepping into a side room and waiting for Dr. Timothy to tag along.

"Oh, I agree!" he laughs, following Donnie's voice into the dark room. "Which is why I hate to see you die."

Timothy grips one of the items pulled from the table and clicks a button. A long laser-weapon activates, and he laughs as he runs in after the softshell.

"Nice sword-axe-laser-combo," Donnie smirks. "Where'd you get it? Hollywood Studios in Florida?"

"Do you like it?" Dr. Timothy grins sarcastically. "It's just one of the few things I thought to bring with me for this climactic stand-off..."

He presses a button and the door behind him slams shut with a mechanical hiss. Dr. Rod Timothy brandishes the weapon casually at the mutant teen who cooly holds his bō staff out at the man as well, ready for a duel.

"Does this room look familiar?" Timothy cackles. "If you really did the research, then it should. It's the same as the one your sweet little science experiment of a sibling was made to fight in! Only right we made another one for the experiments to follow... And I can't wait to see what happens to you in it."

Donatello smiles.

"You want me to fight you? The same way you made my baby brother fight your mutant monsters?"

"Oh, you can fight one of my monsters too if you want!" Timothy shrieks with laughter, holding up a small remote control. "With a push of a button, they can come pouring in. But for now, I want to see what you can do. See what parts of you to keep and what to... scrap."

Donnie sneers.

"So this is an assessment, then."

"I suppose so," Dr. Timothy shrugs. "But we'll see who wins."

Timothy charges, laser weapon at the ready. Donatello grips his bō staff and swings it, blocking Timothy's attack. A purple shield forms and pushes him back. Timothy grunts with effort as his feet skid across the tiles. He laughs hysterically, eyes growing ever wider.

He charges again, swinging the battleaxe around before striking again. Donnie's battleshell opens up and reveals a small jetpack, which takes him up into the air. He launches over Timothy and lands behind him, clicking a hidden button on the shoulder pad and activating a wire that wraps around the mad scientist. Dee launches again and prepares to strap the man from the ceiling and literally leave him hanging.

Dr. Timothy squirms about and manages to pull an arm out, fumbling with the laser device and cutting the line. As Timothy freefalls, Donnie's jetpack crashes him into the ceiling as it attempts and fails to compensate for the sudden loss of weight. Timothy pulls another device he'd taken from the table and points it at Donnie. A small gun, almost like a pistol, which fires out a sudden blue blast at Dee's jetpack. The rotors freeze, ice covers the exhaust ports, and the whole jetpack itself malfunctions and sends Dee crashing to the ground.

"Your brother showed a severe aversion to cold, so in order to keep him in line we created a series of ice-generating weapons like this handy little prototype," Timothy boasts, twirling the pistol around like it's a toy.

Donnie growls in fury. Timothy fires a few more shots, blasting the turtle in the arm and leg as he tries to get back up from the fall. Donnie yells in pain as his limbs suffer from ice burn and start to turn red and swollen from the cold blasts. Shards of frost and ice crystals form on the skin. Donnie gasps from the pain and starts rubbing his limbs, careful not to let the injuries turn into frostbite. Timothy fires another shot, but this time Donnie is careful to dodge it, jumping out of the way despite the pain. Timothy fires again. Dee swings his bō at the man, creating shield that blocks the blast. He swings again, dissolving the shield and reforming it to create a replica pistol that fires directly at the weapon, clogging the barrel of Timothy's gun with ice.

"That was good!" Timothy laughs, dropping the gun before his fingers freeze to the metal. "Nice deflection! And it's clear that I could not defeat you physically. Your mutant genetics must have enhanced your bone structure and muscle mass, yes?"

"That's one theory," Donnie snarks at him. "Or you could just be a weak old guy with a pathetic toy gun."

Dr. Timothy laughs again.

"I'm technically not old, I'm 36."

"That's old, dude."

"Kids these days..." Dr. Timothy sighs. "If brawn cannot win, then perhaps brains shall..."

Dr. Timothy starts clicking buttons on the remote, setting off a few movement-tracking firearms. Donnie recognizes the sleek black metal machine guns from some of Mikey's recorded sessions in the Interaction Room. Dee creates another shield and avoids the torrent of bullets and darts that fly as Dr. Timothy advances again.

"Let's see how you fare against two threats at once!"

Donnie ducks back, hand and staff flying forward as he thinks up a quick weapon to make for his defense. A purple ninpo hologram forms over the wood, creating an imitation of his old tech-bo. A giant mechanical fist ignites at one end, and Dr. Timothy and Donatello exchange blow for blow, guarding and attacking as the two simultaneously dodge bullets from above.

"Where do you come up with these weapon ideas? Jupiter Jim's 19th Return to the Moon?"

"Two distractions at once, and he still finds the mental capacity for a rib!" Timothy laughs. "I should spar with my creations more often..."

"I am not your creation!" Donnie yells. "AND NEITHER IS MY BROTHER!!!"

Donnie suddenly snaps, kicking Dr. Timothy in the chest and sending him back into the wall. Timothy's weapon knocked from his hand, Donnie grabs it and flings the laser cutter towards the turrets, tearing them in half and destroying them completely.

"Very well done!" Timothy chuckles nervously, as he half-struggles to get up. "Well done indeed! You are quite the adversary. But, I would wonder how well you'd fare after I become one of YOU!"

Donnie watches in confusion as the scientist pulls a syringe from his pocket. It's glowing green.

"This is a mutation formula that I've reverse-engineered from some samples I found over the years. Your brother is one of them, true... but the majority of the formula comes from a few mosquitos we found buzzing around..."

"Draxum's ooze," Donnie gapes, his voice a horrified hush. "You're going to mutate yourself?!"

"It's about time I evolved into the higher species!" Timothy cackles madly, his mind fully gone. "And now with Chaplin out of the way, there's no stopping me!!"

"Wait!" Donnie tries to warn. "You don't know what that will do to you!!"

"I know exactly what will happen!" Timothy screams back. "I will finally be the apex predator!! Now watch as I become a random creature of mass destruction!!"

Timothy stabs the syringe into his arm, the re-created ooze seeping into his veins.

"Random?" Donnie questions. "No, you'll just turn into the last biological organism you came into contact with."

"Wait, what?" Timothy questions, sobering for one second. "What do you mean, the last thing biological organism?"

"The ooze combines your DNA with that of whatever you touched last. Didn't you know that?"

"No! How would I know that?!" Timothy screeches, gripping his sides in pain as the ooze starts to recreate him.

"Looks like somebody didn't do their homework after all..."

"What am I going to become?!" Timothy shrieks, his whole frame shaking.

"Well, what did you touch last?"

"YOU!"

"No, you never actually touched me," Donnie clarifies. "You're wearing gloves, and your weapons hit mine, but we never came into actual contact -- details matter in science, you know..."

"W-WHAT'S HAPPENING TO M-M-MEEEEEE?!?!" Timothy screams, his voice fluctuating and gargling as he begins to sweat profusely.

It's not sweat.

His skin is melting.

Donnie watches with a sickened expression as Dr. Timothy's body begins to turn into a sludge, the skin tone changing into a slimy fungus-green, every part of him slowly dissolving and gooping together in a way that turns Donnie's stomach. He looks away, and forces himself to keep away even as the man screams and pleads for mercy and help. His voice is literally drowned out as his vocal chords liquify along with the rest of him.

It goes quiet. Donnie shakily turns to see what has become of the poor deranged man. Nothing remains but a puddle of gelatinous ooze wobbling on the floor several feet ahead of him.

"L-looks like your reverse-engineered formula wasn't complete," Donnie gulps. "Or maybe the ooze really did transform you into the last thing you touched... which would have been the ooze itself. Whatever the solution, I'm not going to stick around for --"

A gurgling scream tears the room apart, as the gelatinous blob starts moving, shifting, and reforming into a sloppy mess of a man.

"Lₒₒₖ wₕₐₜ yₒᵤ'ᵥₑ dₒₙₑ ₜₒ ₘe!" Timothy shrieks, his voice a wobbly, watery mess as he slowly pulls himself together. "I wₐₛ mₑₐₙt ₜₒ ᵇe ₐ fᵢₑᵣcₑ ₘᵤₜaₙt! Nₒₜ ₐ ᵇₗᵤbᵇeᵣᵢₙg … ₜhᵢₙg!!"

The newly transformed Timothy charges at Donnie, his arm elongating and stretching like those slappy hand things Mikey was obsessed with at the age of six. Donnie dodges it at the last second, the hand slinging across the room and sticking to a panel on the wall. It rips the panel straight off, revealing a section of machinery hidden behind it.

"Whoah!" Donnie yells, dodging once again as the arm comes slinging back.

"I dᵢdₙ'ₜ wₐₙₜ ₜhiₛ!" Timothy screeches as he continues his tantrum. "I wₐₛ sᵤpₚₒₛₑd ₜₒ bₑ ₜₕₑ ₐₚeₓ ₚᵣₑdₐₜₒᵣ, ₙoₜ ₛₒₘe ₚₐₜₕₑₜᵢc ₛₗᵤdgₑ fᵣₒₘ ₜₕₑ ᵇoᵗₜₒₘ ₒf ᵗₕₑ fₒₒd cₕaᵢₙ! ᴺᵒᵗ a gˡoʳⁱᶠᵢₑᵈ aₘebₐ! ₙₒₜ ₐ Lᵢvᵢₙg Wₐₗₖᵢₙg MUD PUDDLE!!"

Timothy's body morphs again, his form splattering in twenty different directions and splashing onto several frames and tiles from the walls, ceiling, and floor. He pulls them apart, releasing a robotic arm that reaches down and attempts to attack the two of them. Donnie slides to the side and avoids the robo-arm. Dr. Timothy's tentacle releases from a section of the wall and accidentally tangles around the mechanism, getting stuck inside the gears and causing it to malfunction. The arm swings back and forth, trying to catch Donnie or Dr. Timothy before becoming hopelessly trapped in the glue-like goo that the scientist has become.

"Wₕₐₜ ₕₐᵥₑ yₒᵤ ᵈᵒₙₑ! ᵂₕₐₜ ₕᵃᵛe yoᵤ dₒₙe! Wₕₐₜ ₕₐᵥₑ yᵒu ᵈoₙₑ!" Timothy wails as he flails about the room.

His arms knock loose the devices hanging from the ceiling. They come crashing down, splatting Timothy flat and trapping him momentarily.

"Sorry doc, but this was all you," Donnie states, dodging one of the slimy appendages before tuck and rolling towards the door. "And no offense, but I've had enough slimy tentacle-induced sensory issues for one year, so I'll just see myself out..."

"Yᵒᵤ ₕₐᵥₑ ₜo ₕeˡᵖ ₘₑ!" Timothy screams, reaching out for the ninja in desperation.

"There's nothing I can do for you now, Tim," Donnie scoffs as he picks up the remote from the floor, avoiding Timothy's sludge and slime. "You wanted to be a mutant, so now you're a mutant. Congrats, welcome to the family."

Donnie stares down at the remote and all the little buttons it comes equipped with. He presses one, and the door opens.

"But don't worry. After everything you did to my brother, I won't just leave you here alone to rot..."

Donnie turns to face the mutant man, and gives him a cold smile before pressing every button on the remote.

"You said something about 'monsters flooding in at the push of a button,' right?" Donnie asks, his smile becoming almost like a snarl. "How about I leave you with some company?"

Every trapdoor in the room opens up, and hundreds of glowing red eyes appear from the darkness. The sounds of snarling and growling and howling and yowling starts to fill the enclosure.

"ᴺᵒ… ʸᵒᵘ caₙ'ₜ ₗₑₐᵥₑ ₘe ₗiₖₑ ₜₕiˢ!" Dr. Timothy begs.

"You said you wanted to be a mutant," Donnie sighs, clicking the button to close the door. "You can chill with your own kind now. See how long you last."

"Nᴺᴼ0oₒo0Oᴼ--!!!"

The doors close just as the monsters creep in and pounce for the slime man.

Donnie blinks for a moment before exhaling loudly.

"...Karma... is absolutely insane."

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goryhorroor · 1 year ago

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day 11 of horror: horror movie posters in other movies

the masque of the red death (1964) and x: the man with x-ray eyes (1963) in death watch (1980)

abbott and costello meet frankenstein (1948) and island of lost souls (1932) in paterson (2016)

jaws (1975) in the muse (1999)

the birds (1963) in the secret life of pets (2016)

jaws 2 (1978) in the nice guys (2016)

the pit and the pendulum (1961) and planet of the vampires (1965) in burying the ex (2014)

ghostbusters (1984) in jagged edge (1985)

halloween (1978) in super 8 (2011)

leprechaun 2 (1994) in kicking and screaming (1995)

psycho (1960) in le mépris (1963)

#horror #horror movies #the masque of the red death #x: the man with x-ray eyes #abbott and costello meet frankenstein #island of lost souls #jaws #the birds #jaws 2 #the pit and the pendulum #planet of the vampires #ghostbusters #halloween #leprechaun 2 #psycho #horroredit #moviesedit #filmedit #cinema

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rdiowx · 2 years ago

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Hi im rdiowx, you can call me Ray or radio since rdio is just radio without the “a”.

NON ACTIVE ACCOUNT :[

KINKTOBER 2023!

Im autistic and Mcr is my special interest! I do take requests (however they aren’t open for mcr, Gideon graves or ryan ross rn!) if you have any ideas you want written so dont be afraid to ask!

They/them but he/him is fine too

This is a nblm/mlm blog.

Both my ao3 and Wattpad are: Cndlewax

I write for… (hcs are in white fics are in blue)

GERARD/PARTY POISION

— EDGING BASEMENT GEE (special appearance from bullets! Frank)

— BACKSTAGE WITH FRERARD

—KITTEN GEE

FRANK/FUN GHOUL

—EDGING BASEMENT GEE (special appearance from bullets! Frank)

— PUTTING FRANK IN HIS PLACE.

— FRANKS LOVE HANDLES

— COMFORT W/MIKEY AND FRANK

—BACKSTAGE W/ FRERARD

—TEASING W/ LEATHERMOUTH FRANK

—FRANKENSTEIN FRANK IERO

—PUPPY FRANK

RAY/JETSTAR

—COCKY RAY TORO

— RAY AND A READER THAT HAD A BAD DAY

MIKEY/KOBRA KID

—FUCKING UP YOUR HANDS WHIPLASH STYLE

— COMFORT W/MIKEY AND FRANK

GIDEON GRAVES

nothin yet

RYAN ROSS

nothin yet

PILOT KELSON

nothin yet

DONNIE DARKO

—YANDERE DONNIE HCS

—DONNIE X MENTALLY ILL READER HCS

—HELPING DONNIE WITH DELUSIONS HCS

— DONNIE X SKATER READER!

— DONNIE X MALE! GOTH STONER READER HCS

JIMMY LIVINGSTON

Nothin yet

MCR AUDIO LIST

GIDEON GRAVES AUDIO LIST

MCR + GIDEON GRAVES AUDIO LIST

DONNIE, PILOT AND JIMMY AUDIO LIST

BLOODSUCKER SERIES.

PLAYLIST

PROLOUGE

Kinks im fine with

I will write…

Smut

Fluff

The occasional angst (not a big fan)

Pretty dark fics if i have an idea i really like, ex: kidnapping and yandere themes > I HAVE A BLOG FOR THIS NOW ! :3 : @rdiowxdeaddove

Poly x reader relationship, Ex: frerard x reader, rikey x reader

Kinks that arent illegal and dont gross me out :) rn i have no idea what that entails

I will NOT write

Fem readers

Scat kink

Age gaps that are illegal

Pregnancy fics

Angst without comfort/a good ending (i dont know i just dont like them)

Vore (i feel like that speaks for itself no?)

Definitely not major character death man im a crybaby

Most drugs, HOWEVER marijuana is fine cause i have the most experience with it and cigarettes are also fine cause i grew up around a bunch of cigarette smokers.

Selfharm or suicide, i dont read thoes fics let alone feel comfortable writing them

💧🐕🦇💚🦴🌹🧩🩺🕯️🧟‍♀️👾 ,🦈🎸,🫘👽 🐾 🪰, 💣‼️,…

I don’t write for female readers at all.

#ray toro x reader #mikey way x reader #frank iero x reader #gerard way x reader #mikey way x reader smut #ray toro x reader smut #frank iero x reader smut #gerard way x reader smut #mcr x reader smut #mcr x reader #Pilot kelson x reader #donnie darko x reader #jimmy livingston x reader #bubble boy x reader

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thewarmestplacetohide · 4 months ago

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Dread by the Decade: 1930s Horror (Pt. V)

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Le Golem (1936 | Czechoslovakia): a rabbi awakens a golem to save his people. ★★★½

The Invisible Ray (1936 | USA): a scientist is driven mad by radiation. ★★½

Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street (1936 | UK): a barber murders rich customers. ★★

夜半歌声 (1937 | Republic of China): an actor believes he is being tutored by a ghost. ★★★★

妖絃怪猫伝 (1938 | Japan): an actress commits murder. ★★

The Cat and the Canary (1939 | USA): a millionaire's heirs gather to read his will. ★★★★

The Face in the Window (1939 | UK): a serial killer stalks Paris. ★½

The Man They Could Not Hang (1939 | USA): a scientist trying to reverse death is found guilty of murder. ★★★

The Return of Doctor X (1939 | USA): a doctor and reporter try to solve strange murders. ★★

Son of Frankenstein (1939 | USA): Frankenstein's son tries to save his legacy. ★★

Torture Ship (1939 | USA): a scientist experiments upon criminals. ½

#Dread by the Decade #master list #1930s horror #1930s #reviews

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flameswallower · 2 months ago

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THE NATO PHONETIC ALPHABET RANKED AS POTENTIAL CHOSEN NAMES FOR TRANS PEOPLE:

First, we're not ranking Zulu. Don't name yourself Zulu unless you have a very specific personal background, and even then it might be kind of weird, like naming yourself "Irish" or something. IDK, I'm not Zulu or of Zulu descent, I don't wanna speculate any more or get into it without feedback from that community.

IN REVERSE ORDER FROM WORST TO BEST:

Kilo: Why do you want to be called this? Would you want to be called "Ounce?" Or "Meter?"

Yankee: Seriously???????

Uniform: Terrible name, ugly word.

Alfa, spelled "Alfa:" Reminds me too much of "alfalfa." Looks dorky.

India: I love how it sounds and looks, but it might be kinda Orientalist as a given name in a lot of contexts.

Foxtrot: Eh. Not really weird/funny enough OR cool/good-sounding enough.

Lima: imo there's nothing wrong with a Cool City Name, it doesn't strike me as Off in the same way as naming someone after a country (let alone an ethno-linguistic group). Unfortunately, while Lima isn't the worst candidate, I'm not a huge fan. It sounds a little bit wet or slimy to me. But wait, maybe that's cool, actually? Personally, I would be mildly surprised/confused by a man or masc person named Lima, it feels feminine to me.

Golf: It would be really, really funny to name yourself Golf, but I feel like the joke would eventually wear thin for all but the most committed to the bit.

Papa: Really, really funny AND kinky. Less uncomfortable and in-your-face than "daddy." Might also get old. This feels like either a butch dyke one or an older, bearlike trans man one.

Alpha, spelled "Alpha:" Way better than "Alfa," but could sound a bit manosphere and/or omegaverse fanfiction. On the other hand? Maybe you want people to think about omegaverse fanfiction when they hear or see your name.

Hotel: Personally, I think I'd pick this over Golf. But then, I like hotels and do not like golf, and I like the word hotel more than the word golf.

Quebec: A much more appealing city name, in my opinion. Like, it's ugly, but it's fun-quirky-ugly.

Romeo: Now we enter the real contenders! This is great except for how "Romeo" is also very much something people call each other sarcastically/disparagingly, and isn't really associated with anything besides the Shakespeare play.

Bravo: Fun masc name, reminds me of Johnny Bravo, but that may be a plus for you.

Tango: If you wanna be a dance, pick this over Foxtrot.

Mike: Solid, if a little boring. One of the better generic male names.

Delta: VERY cool-sounding name, esp. for a woman

Charlie: A wonderful name for any gender, especially if you want a name that's very normal without being boring

Juliet: Even better in the "name sounds completely normal but isn't boring" department. Evokes Shakespeare without ONLY being associated with Shakespeare.

Victor: See above, more or less, sub "Frankenstein" for "Shakespeare." Also it's just a common noun with an immediately obvious meaning, which I like.

Sierra: What can I say, I love nature names, I find this one phonetically and visually pleasing too.

Oscar: Easily my favorite of the "normal names!" It means deer-lover and is associated with many different things. Sounds amazing.

Whiskey: Imagine how fucking cool this name would be on the right person. Why, the only thing it would be cooler to name yourself would be something like...

X-Ray: There is not a better, slicker, more attention-grabbing trans person name in the NATO phonetic alphabet. Fuckin' X-Ray. Admit it, you're kind of annoyed that you aren't X-Ray.

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beautifulfuckup99 · 2 years ago

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Please give me a Jin x reader where he teases her for getting easily flustered at anything he does!! 🫶🏼🫶🏼😫🤞🏼

Of course!

Title: Too Easy

Pairing: Y/N X Jin

Rating: PG-13

Warning(s): Slight *Teasing*, Mostly Fluff, bf!Jin, shy!Y/N, Some Groping, and grey sweatpants....

Author's Note: Hope you enjoy!

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The soft sound of breathing is the first thing you hear in the morning as the golden rays of sunlight washes in through the sheer curtains. Jin's choice obviously. If you had it your way, you'd never be bothered by the bright sun so early in the morning. But the strong chest you're pressed against helps balance out the thoughts of complaining.

With a slight stretch, you yawn and grip on to your boyfriend's shirt some more, as if not ready to let him go before it sinks in. Today's Sunday. You can't help but gasp in pure delight, causing the body basically under you to shift at the noise. You cover your mouth bashfully and smile to yourself. Sunday. A day off. 'Finally!' You think to yourself.

It'd been awhile since your boyfriend of 2 years had a day off. After coming back from the military, Jin went right back to working and doing interviewers. You understood why though. ARMY needed to see he was still okay, still the same old Jin, still THEIR same old Jin.

Sharing your boyfriend with a global fanbase definitely had its downfalls, but also, it's perks. For one, those fans sure knew how to edit him...

You're pulled from your thoughts by a soft and low groan rumbling from the chest under your head. "Mm.." Jin murmurs, still half asleep.

"Arise, Frankenstein..." You tease soft and he lets out an airy chuckle.

"You're so... weird..." He mutters as he rubs his face, eyes still closed. His morning voice is a bit rough and deep. You ignore the flutter in your stomach and giggle a bit. "You like it." You state confidently as you sit up some more and look down at the 5-foot 10, Korean man in your bed.

He stretches and sighs happily as his eyes wonder to the clock on your nightstand. "It's Sunday." You say, a humorously look on your face as you watch him expectingly.

Just as you figured, the 30-year-old's face breaks into an excited smile and bright eyes full of joy. In one quick motion, he snakes his arms around your waist and pulls you back on top of him. You laugh in surprise and swat at his chest lightly.

"No! No, no more sleep!" You laugh as you fight playfully against his grip.

"Mm... But... Day off..." He complains and you laugh. "Yes, caveman, day off. But we still have things to do today. I wanna go to the store today. I found this new dish on TikTok-" Jin cuts you off with a playful groan.

"This is gonna be like that sushi-" You cut him off this time around. "It won't be like the sushi!" You say fast, practically whining at the memory of the 'sushi-incident' that took place over two months ago. Of course, a foodie like Jin would never let you live it down. Let's just say there's a reason he's the cook of the house.

"Here. I'm gonna brush my teeth, and you're gonna check out the video." You say as you reach for your phone and hand it over without a second thought. You and Jin were always open when it came to switching phones. Neither of you had anything to hide.

You hop off the bed and practically skip to the bathroom, pleased with the mental plans of today. Breakfast, shopping, coming home to cook together. Today would be perfect.

Little did you know, giving Jin access to your phone meant giving him access to your little TikTok stash of... well... him. As Jin lays in bed, he scrolls through edit after edit of himself, that you had liked and saved. Some of those edits even had comments from you. Unapologetic comments that is. This was your personal account after all, so you had no real filter on here. On this page, you were just one of the many ARMY members.

He smirks to himself as he sees firsthand, what exactly you find so attractive about him. He begins making his own mental list of the day.

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During breakfast, Jin makes a point of tapping his slender fingers along the tabletop. At first, you pay it no mind, but at a certain point, you begin to take notice of the way he bites his lower lip lightly or how he strokes his fingers along the tabletop as he softly speaks in his low voice about the dish you were planning to make today.

You take notice of the, now grown out, jet black hair that was a bit shaggy and slightly covering his eyes, the way he rubbed his chin as he eyes you. His deep, dark eyes only focused on you, but when they trail to your lips, you stammer a bit, and that damn smirk comes out. He chuckles softly.

"What?" He whispers innocently, tilting his head slightly to the side as he squints at you, but that damn smirk shows he knows what he's doing. "Uh... Nothing. Nothing." You try as you shake your head. He hums softly and licks his lips again, slowly this time around.

"I was just saying..." You try speaking again as Jin reaches over to scoop up some of the whip cream you had on your waffles. He brings it to his lips and softly sucks it off, keeping eye contact with you the entire time. You hum softly and Jin laughs gently. "Too easy..." He smiles at you, and you huff. You avert your eyes as you grab your glass of water to drink, knowing one thing for sure: You were in for it...

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You stand in front of the shelves of pasta, trying to remember which one the TikToker said to use when you feel an arm wrap around you from behind. Jin stands next to you. "Decided which one?" He asks as you sigh deeply. "Uh... Let's just go with that one." You say as you go to grab it only to be stopped by Jin.

"I got it." He says and moves his arm slowly down your body before gripping your hip to hold you closer to his tall and strong frame, using his other hand to grab the pasta box. You feel so small pressed against him like this, and the slight... *ache* is only made worse when he slowly leans in towards your ear and whispers: "Mm... Too easy..."

You huff playfully and lightly push him away. "Not funny!" You fuss as he starts laughing at you, extremely proud of himself and the power he had over you.

He gives your butt a quick swat and it makes you jump, hitting him more as he laughs happily. "Come on, come on..." He snickers as you huff and walk off to the next aisle.

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"And next, you throw in the cheese, and you stir till it melts." You say as Jin follows your words with slight hesitation on his face.

"Baby... I don't know if it should look like that..." Jin laughs and you pout. "I mean... Maybe it needs more time, ya know." You defend and he chuckles quietly and agrees, always one to encourage you.

As you take over the stirring, Jin stretches a bit and his t-shirt rises only slightly, but it's enough to show off his v-line that dips into those damn grey sweatpants he'd changed into.

You focus hard on the pot in front of you only to feel trapped by him placing his hands on either side of you. He grips the countertop slowly so you can see the veins in his hands as he tightens his grip.

He nuzzles into your neck slightly and you feel his breath as his lips graze over your pulse point. "You're cute when you focus..." He teases and you blush hard. He moves closer and places his hands firmly on your hips.

"Jin..." You mutter as his fingers start to slide into your front pockets before digging into your thighs to pull you back on to him. "What? You don't... want me to hold you in my 'big, strong' arms?" He taunts in your ear and you feel your face heat up at the question.

"W-What... Do you-" He cuts you off with a chuckle. "Playing dumb? You just commented that on an edit of my arms yesterday." He taunts and you stop stirring and gasp as you cover your face instantly. Jin bursts out laughing at your reaction, and you turn to him.

"Not funny!" You try as he holds you tight to him by your waist. "I don't know. It's a little funny..." He laughs before kissing along your cheek as you cover your face with your hands once again.

"I... I just... liked seeing my boyfriend!" You defend and Jin lifts your chin. "And I like flustering my girlfriend." He says back before softly kissing you.

You act uninterested in the kiss at first and he laughs at you pouting and refusing to kiss him. He starts kissing all over your face and that's enough to break you. You give in and kiss back, holding him close.

He picks you up in his arms and places you on the countertop, deepening the kiss which makes your stomach heat up only a bit as you play with his hair at the nape of his neck. As he moves to kiss along your neck, the smell of burnt cheese begins to fill the air.

"Jin..." You gasp in surprise. "Mm... I love when you say my nam-" You cut him off. "No! Jin! The food!" You squeal as you push him away. He gasps in alarm and turns off the stove as you groan at the lumpy mess of cheese and pasta.

Jin stiffens his laugh as you groan. "It's... like the sushi-" You cut Jin off. "It's not like the sushi incident!" You fuss fast and Jin chuckles, moving to hold you. You pout and nuzzle into his chest.

"Want me to order some Jeyuk Bokkeum?" He asks to try and cheer you up, knowing it's your favorite. You grumble slightly. "Hm? That a yes?" He chuckles softly. You nod as you grumble some more. He laughs and tilts your chin to look at him. "Will do." He nods certainly and pecks your lips. "So easy..." He taunts before moving away.

"You little..." You hop off the countertop as he laughs loudly and runs off from you as you chase after him. "Get back here!" You laugh.

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-Hope you enjoyed!!

#seokjin #bts jin #jin #jin imagine #bts fic #bts army #bts #jin x reader #jin x y/n #bts imagines

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