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queenof-literature · 4 years ago

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I have a request. So, the Links are having difficulties scouting out a monster camp, so Wild offers to put on one of his Kilton masks to check it out. But when he puts on the mask, the others get really wigged out, because Wild is freakishly good at acting like a monster, and tere is some deep uncanny valley effect to seeing their friend lumbering around and growling and easily blending in with the monsters.

This turned out with a lot more crack than I intended. I also need you guys to know that for half the fic I spelled Bokoblins as Bobokolobkins and saw nothing wrong. Also I’ll say it once and I’ll say it again. Wild is absolutely a science nerd just like Zelda. Did you see his interest towards the slate when Zelda was explaining the frogs? They absolutely bond over being scholarly science nerds who love exploring. Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy it! Also for those that don’t know, the Uncanny Valley Effect is basically something that is almost human but not quite, which our brain rejects but is also horrifyingly hypnotized by. “

In aesthetics, the uncanny valley is a hypothesized relationship between the degree of an object's resemblance to a human being and the emotional response to such an object” (Wikipedia)

Ever seen that horrifying teddy bear with human teeth? That’s an example of it.

Golden Bokoblins were far smarter than the others. Wild didn’t know what caused them to start showing up, but there were more of them the more he returned to his Hyrule. Perhaps Ganon had created them when he noticed Wild had conquered the Divine Beasts. Whatever they were, they were far more intelligent than even the dangerous silver and black species. Which was honestly fascinating. The Compendium gave Wild basic information such as the parts he could collect from them and their intelligence combined with being influenced by Ganon’s magic.

The Compendium was useful and Wild loved reading all of the entries he had collected, but he loved discovering facts for himself even more. He could never stay for long with Zelda fighting Ganon off all on her own, but on days he was injured or had been up for days on end, it was nice to put on Kilton’s mask and observe how the Bokoblins would act, among other monsters.

When he wore the mask and approached, they always cautiously sniffed at him, heads cocking like a curious dog. It always made Link wonder if that meant Bokoblins formed packs for life. What if he were really a new Bokoblin who lumbered out of the woods? Would they accept him eventually? Or were Bokoblins formed purely with Ganon’s magic in a group that didn’t break. That was almost a nice thought. To be born into a group that you were surrounded by until death.

Wild was so innately curious about the packs monsters formed. Were they born with the knowledge of who their groups were, and who were marked as alphas? The silver and gold Bokoblins had markings and bright colors that perhaps showed through biology who were the more naturally superior of the group. Perhaps they instead showed dominance through fights and hunts they achieved, but that was less likely. Wild rarely saw infighting between the camps he would stalk at night. He could ask Kilton, but that would be far less interesting. Besides, Kilton only seemed interested in talking business with Wild.

The circle of life within monster packs was fascinating. Bokoblins seemed to listen to the next higher rank, along with the other monsters such as Moblins. Lizalfos seemed pretty neutral, having a whole other culture of their own being from the water. The Bokoblins were energetic, the higher ranks leading the red ones in odd dances around the fire, fists pumping and continuous grunts crying from their mouths. Wild had tried to copy it once, but even then they were still suspicious of him, especially the brighter ones.

Once Wild tried to blend into a large monster camp within a skull. 4 red, 5 blues, 2 black, 2 silver, and 1 golden leader. It was going fine until a Keese had attacked him from above, causing the leaders to rain violence over his head. After that, Wild knew he would need to increase his acting skills. He spent nights filled with nightmares watching and learning instead. He was never one to sulk and feel sorry for himself, even when he felt unworthy of his title of hero and woke to clothes soaked with sweat and tears, the only time he would ever cry was in his sleep. He would move on and do something productive instead. Studying monsters for their behavior patterns helped him in the long run. Besides, at the time the only thing he remembered of Zelda was how knowledgeable she seemed. Maybe they could research together when this was all over!

Every monster was a creature of habit. Guarding their area (Wild still wanted to know how they communicated what they were guarding), everyday until they went to bed at approximately 11 pm. Everytime they would simply collapse and start snoring instantly. Wild had learned how they moved and what made them tick. The masks from Kilton only enhanced his research. Soon he was able to blend in, even with the golden ones lurking about. They were still suspicious, but Wild was able to steal their weapons in the night and slay them without even alerting the creatures of a traitor in their midst.

That’s how he got many close up pictures of his enemies. Although the group he was traveling with didn’t need to know that. They thought he took those in the middle of deadly fights. Although he did do that sometimes, that was only half the truth. It was hilarious to see the older ones panic though so Wild let them believe whatever they wanted.

The behavioral science of monsters aside, it seemed Wild’s gifts were needed.

His group of friends were looking upon a rather large group of monsters stumbling and grunting around the campfire. Almost all of them were golden. Wild had never seen this before, it must have been because of the very infection he was fighting among other Hyrules. Wild felt anger rise at the infection still spreading across his Hyrule. Zelda shouldn’t have to deal with this, not after a century of fighting off Ganon. He would be sure to take care of it before it caused her too much strife.

The group started signing strategies to each other from behind their hiding place, large bushes that hid them well enough from the monsters only meters away. Signing was easier than trying to whisper in low voices, especially with nine links all having opinions on how to fight the monsters Wild claimed were the most powerful in each species in his Hyrule.

Wild knew the group would have a hard time defeating this many golden Bokoblins. Sure they could do it. The other Links were immensely powerful and talented in fighting and in some cases magic, but this many gold bokoblins would almost certainly lead to injuries Wild would do anything to avoid seeing on his friends. Including bringing out a certain mask.

They could just go around, but they didn’t want to leave these monsters to harass innocent Hylians traveling the woods.

‘You guys wait here for now. I’ll infiltrate and steal their weapons. When I strike the first one, we’ll kill them all. They’ll throw things though so watch out.’ Wild signed, thankful many in the group had gotten used to each other’s silent languages.

‘Wild, not alone.’ Hyrule signed back, hands eagerly sparking.

‘Trust me. It won’t be violent. I won’t even swing a sword.’ Wild’s smirk was recognized by many. The fire in his eyes often meant there would be fire to match in the fields of his Hyrule. As much as they worried what in Hylia’s name his plan was, the group all trusted him… and were eager to see what he would do this time.

‘First strike, understood.’ Time confirmed. He had learned long ago that many of the rules he knew about monsters, people, and nature in general were broken and warped in Wild’s Hyrule. Wild could make things fly across a forest, create strong upward breezes with fire and monsters used each other as clubs, (Wild told Time he wished he could have captured their faces on his slate the moment they witnessed that). Wild knew his Hyrule best, and Time had learned to trust that.

Wild nodded, that smirk still twitching up on his scarred face. With a flash from his slate, Wild had a mask, if you could even call it that, resembling the orange version of the monster in front of them. It was patched, worn, and very obviously hand made, most likely by one of the many odd merchants Wild had in his Hyrule. Four snorted, causing Sky to shush him. The rest of the boys looked like they were struggling not to laugh at the odd thing placed on their friend’s head.

‘You expect that work?’ Legend signed with a large smirk. Oh, he couldn’t wait to see this! Wild just winked and emerged from the bushes they were hiding behind. The rest of the group placed their hands on their weapons, prepared to step in should whatever Wild was planning not work.

Instantly Wild widened his stance, moving side to side in the awkward way he had learned from the monsters scattered across Hyrule. Instantly Wild molded his body into the almost perfect portrayal of a Bokoblin. He heard gasps and surprised giggles behind him. Not wanting to give away their position, Wild turned slightly in order to see the group out of his peripherals. The best he could out of his mask anyway.

Time was the first one he noticed. The Old Man’s face usually had a calm demeanor, worn from battle, but mischief still shining through. Now he just looked shocked, eye widened. Hylia, Wild just looked so wrong.

“What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck?” Warriors muttered rapidly in almost perfect harmony with Wind. This was honestly quite disturbing. It was as if a man and a monster had simply been shoved together. Watching Wild lumber around surrounded by the monsters he was imitating awoke a part of their brain that wanted to look away immediately, yet they were transfixed. He knew it was Wild and it wasn’t that convincing. Why was it so fucking weird? They didn’t hear anything from Sky, but they both swore they could see his mouth murmuring obscenities at the pure chaos that was happening before his eyes.

Four was struggling not to laugh. He didn’t want to give them away, it was just so damn funny watching Wild walk around like that. Twilight also looked like he was struggling not to laugh. Both their faces were red with laughter they were trying desperately to hide. It was so disturbing but so fucking hilarious.

Legend’s face was almost as red as his tunic, probably from embarrassment of his teasing towards Wild. Why hadn’t he learned to not doubt that damn kid? Who knew what he had up his sleeve? Hyrule just looked on in awe. Maybe he could trade some magic lessons for some lessons in how to do that, whatever the hell it was. Wild might not be able to even do magic, but Hyrule was willing to try. Besides he should have tried to teach Wild magic long ago. What if he got ahold of some kind of flame or electric magic? And if Hyrule could blend in as a monster, Hyrule and Wild would be unstoppable! Hyrule started plotting with pure glee.

The Bokoblins did a little hop towards their friend, sniffing him with their large noses. Wild copied their movements almost perfectly, tilting his head at the exact same angle. After doing their weird form of greeting, Wild began collecting weapons from around their camp. The Bokoblins were still surrounding him in suspicion, but they had no qualms with Wild taking their weapons and shields, along with all their food. The group rolled their eyes at that.

Wild looked back at them, and although he didn’t let his eyes stay on them for long, they could see the pure mirth on his face. He was plotting again. Without warning, Wild pulled some meat from where it was cooking on the monster’s fire, before taking half of it in his mouth, eating it like a rabid bear. His fellow bokoblins cheered with their odd little voices and followed suit, scarfing down the meat in the same manner.

“Please stop please stop please stop.” Sky was murmuring.

“Time! Make him stop!” Wind cried out, Warriors covering his mouth before the monsters heard. Four and Twilight simply coping by laughing into their hands harder, trying desperately to keep it contained. Wild’s teeth were dripping with the still cooking animal’s blood. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to make the entire scene all the more horrifying. Wild smirked at them, especially Legend. He didn’t quite understand why his acting was so atrocious to them, but that’s what they got for doubting him.

Wild continued to lower their guards. Whenever he was bored by pretending to be a monster, he would make up voices for them in his head. Most of the time they were the posh voices he remembered hearing at fancy dinners he had to attend with Zelda as her knight. Once they had grown closer, Wild had a fond memory of the both of them mimicking the especially snotty ones with emotionless faces and mouths barely moving, saving their laughter for when they were away from the king.

Finally Wild deemed them trusting enough to strike. Normally he would simply wait until they were asleep, but it was only early evening. They would be here for hours. Wild made his way around the fire, making his way to one of the back ones to prevent the others from being upon him immediately. In the blink of an eye he pulled his weapon from his slate and struck one of the golden Bokoblins in the back.

The group snapped out of their stupor with the scream of the monster Wild had struck down, grabbing their weapons and pouncing upon the rest of them. They were tough opponents, Wild was right about that, but without weapons they didn’t stand a chance. With the entire group slashing away, they left with only a few minor bruises from flying rocks. No one would look Wild in the eyes however, he still had that Hylia forsaken mask on.

“Hey Wild?”

“Yeah?”

“What the fuck was that?”

I honestly had so much fun writing this thank you for the request

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purplerose244 · 4 years ago

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The Last Kids on Earth season 3 is out and OMG AAAAAAAAAA 😍😍😍

SPOILER ALERT!!! YOU SHOULD TOTALLY WATCH THIS SHOW IS SUPER GOOD!!!

Back when it came out I made a post about season 2 as well if you're interested 😉

I should start by saying that I legit didn't know this season was going to happen until, like, three days ago 😅

I just got on Netflix and started watching trailers mindlessly "horror, horror, animation movie cool, new season The Last Kids on Earth, another horror, tv sho- WAIT". That was one great surprise, but at the same time I was sincerely scared. Because season 2 was so GOOD and I was scared we weren't going to see the same level again.

But boy was I, mm no I can do it better, but boy was I...! Nah nah, not enough... okay...

BUT BOY WAS I WRONG!

Like, this is officially my favorite season ASAP, and season 2 was in pole position until today 🤩 Really, the building, the drama, the mystery, all the development from ALL the characters! Really amazing 👌👌

Also side note, did the animation improve? Like, this scenery right here??

IT LOOKS GREAT?!?!? Maybe it's just me 🤷‍♀️ Alright, back to the show 👍

First of all, I'm so happy Dirk got some space. He was already super lovable but seeing him actually struggling because he genuinely wanted these monsters to like him, man 💕 Interesting how this ex bully was struggling so hard to fit in in a group, and also kinda of legit. I'm guessing, after so much time spent reacting with violence, he didn't develop a lot of social skills. Another reason why I think he loves his friends so much, which was shown into this season BEAUTIFULLY 👌👌

Then Quint. Maybe I'm biased because I absolutely love Quint and Jack's friendship, but them talking and having a confrontation about being each other first best friend was really touching 😔 It really hit also when Quint admitted that he always got angry at Jack but never shown. Just like Jack he hid some stuff, because he didn't want to mess up his first significant friend. They are both messes, I guess this is why they work so well together 😉 And about messes, Quint overworking himself because he wants to be super useful to his friends, after last season when he struggled so much to find a way to be Quint-essential? HECK YEAH CONSISTENCY 😎😎

Also we had June. I'm liking her more and more as the seasons progress, especially because even if she is indeed the coolest and probably the strongest of the team, she has her flaws and worries. She is not an untouchable female character of pure perfection, she is a kid, just like the others... who happens to be bad*ss 😚 Her getting so obsessed on the radio was both funny and significant, she really must miss her parents a lot...

Now, I talked about Jack A LOT for season 2. About how much he wants to protect his friends, about his abandonment and trust issues and how this apocalypse is the only reason he was a family. I wondered how it was going to be brought forward further.

And it was INCREDIBLE. And angsty. Man Jack is so filled with angst 😰

From Jack's almost instant, and quite hilarious sometimes, fear and rivalry for the radio, to him trying his hardest to have fun with his friends because that's when he feels the happiest, to him freaking out because he is sure, ABSOLUTELY sure, that the moment his friends will find their families they will leave him behind. I was sweating when he raised the radio to break it, intense moment.

He didn't exactly learn his lesson from last season 😅 Which is fine and believable honestly, he is an orphan who grew up with families very not memorable, that didn't give him the stability he needed. No surprise he came out as the most fragile character of them all, almost getting overwhelmed by his fears.

My world, when he imagined his friends finding their families and he ran towards a couple that disappeared, leaving him crying?? I'm sorry?? I HAVE A HEARTACHE HERE 😭😭😭

And dang, I got chills at the whole Rezzoch affair, I didn't know what was going to happen and the nightmare world was so OUCH MY HEART AGAIN. I might be biased again because I have a little sick passion about seeing my favorite characters suffer 😅 Also the possession is a common theme that I adore so 🤷‍♀️ Gosh, all the supports from his friends, all the strength to banish Rezzoch away from his body, that was so satisfying to watch!

At the end, the final radio scene was really nice. Not as game changing as I though honestly, but still cool and cozy... WHO WAS THE GIRL AT THE END ON THE GIANT CREATURE?!? I NEED A SEASON 4 ALREADY HELP!! 😱

I feel very satisfied, it's more than I expected and I'm so happy they're keeping the same hype! 🤩🤩🤩 It's also interesting to see how all four of them are kinda stereotypical characters, and that's pulled forward in a coherent development: Dirk the bully who turned good, Quint the nerd, Jack the hero/goofball, June the cool girl. And the show doesn't hide it, but instead brings them forward and show how their traits evolve. From a bully to a "monster", from a nerd to a scientist, from a bad*ss to a leader, from a no one to a part of a family ❤

Also the other interactions were great, Dirk and the monster chef, Skaelka and June still the best duo, Quint and June getting so much closer (also basically sharing leadership, nice), Jack and Rover because Rover is a good boy 💙💙 Also special thanks to Bardle for being an absolute delight in everything, from being the wizard to being hilarious 😂😂 Love tsundere monster sorcerer 💕

Well, that was it! I really needed to get it out of my system 😚 Thanks for reading!

#the last kids on earth #spoilers #the last kids on earth spoilers #the last kids on earth season 3 #jack sullivan #june del toro #dirk savage #quint baker

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foryouthegays · 4 years ago

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Nothing bad ever happens at a festival. [Dream SMP] liveblog w/ timestamps

yes im still a techno apologist i love him too much [edit after he ‘betrayed’ tommy: yallre still tommy apologists after this???? lmao cringe /hj i think that theyre both right, but techno should be angry about it]

good technolaughs: 00:14:15, 00:50:50

other: (00:01:31 techno calls phil his friend,,,,,i love them) (00:16:55 tommy calls phil ‘dadza’ aww) (00:20:30 do do doo) (00:47:20 HEHH????) (00:56:15 SELLOUT TIMER POGGGG with dream! and then again at 01:06:55 and 01:25:20) (01:20:20 fundy is dead pog blood for the blood god)

posted the summary right before this :D

ik i say this every time but his startin’ the streammmm is so good i love it

a;ldkjfa 00:00:25 ‘whY IS A BOTTLE CONSIDERED A FRIENDLY CREATURE-’

also techno calling his audience ‘boys’ gives me so much gender serotonin ty mr blade ily

00:01:30 PHILZA MINECRAFT!!!!!

00:02:00 ‘im going to be headed to a festival today :D’ ‘oh you got an invite?’ ‘...im gonna be headed to a festival- [laughs]’ a;lkdsjfa love techno

phil is such a horrible person i love him. ‘dont kill too many people!’

phil n techno bullying tommys house,,,;alksdfjas

ALJDFAFDK 00:05:55 ‘the economic consequences of murder’

HI TOMMY

i love all the ‘inventor of minecraft, philza minecraft!’ jokes theyre so funny jhfdskla

ALS;DKJFA AT 00:07:30 TOMMY ASKS WHAT ENIGMA MEANS I LOVE HIM A;LDKFJA

i love tommy bc he just. he just says things. ex, 00:08:30, ‘it is likely, everything is likely when I am me, and I am always me, until the day I die. when I die, this world will be stupid.’ like how does he THINK of that???? what is his brain like???? i love him

‘technoblade, I only jump on poor people.’ 00:09:05

techno n phil have such similar vibes. like theyre both sarcastic n bounce off each other so easily,,,,,i want a full stream of them again, turtle time n a new home were AMAZIN

techno is literally tommys dad hes like, ‘do u have everything you need? do you have the potions?’ its hilarious

00:12:00 PHIL LOOK OUT ITS A BABY ZOMBIE <- another one of my favorite phil jokes

00:12:15 TOMMY AXE OF PEACE????

00:14:10 ‘wait a minute, its raining!!! see ya, looser!!!! HAAAA!!!!!!! OH NO ITS SNOWIN’ IM GONNA DIE- thats fine, its fine, AAAHHAHAH” sky/bed wars energy

00:15:45 what do u MEAN u arent against dream. i mean it makes sense, bc tommy isnt ur brother in canon nd hes just a kid u found nd helped but SIR?????

00:16:55 DADZA ALDSKJFAF

AL;DKFJA 00:17:15 ‘i dont think we’re in l’manburg anymore, tommy’

technos such a nerd abt directions i love him

ALKDSFJAFA 00:19:45 ‘hey, hey, notice that cool guy who used to live in lmanburg, that always built massive cobblestone towers?’ ‘uhhh yeah, that idiot’ ghjkfdsl techno ur so mean to tommy

tecnos yellin voice is so pretty

A;LSDKFJAS OPERATION INFILTRATION THATS A GOOD NAME 00:23:00

00:25:35 ‘you guys have fortnite?’ techno,,,

00:27:50 [about dream] ‘i think we’re quite a long way past making an enemy, technoblade.’ tommy has some good lines sometimes

aldkaf ‘i dont even see stars,,,’ ‘thats depressin’ ‘..yeah’ i love techno n ranboos mini conversations

DREAM JOINED THE SERVER OH GOD.

00:30:40 :CRAB: DREAM IS HERE :CRAB:

gjfsdfk tommy is so bad at directions is great

i love technos ‘????’ in chat when he has to be quiet its so funny. like he could easily mute and say things but its for the Immersion jhfgsdk

also yall look at how much technos stuttering in his typing he has to go back at like, every other letter to retype it 00:36:15

A;SDLFKJAS HE LITERALLY TYPES ‘WHY CAN I NOT TYPE’ GHKDFJ

00:37:15 50V2 50V2 50V2 also dream sounds so mad

00:40:40 “HE WOULDN’T LIE TO ME, DREAM, HE’D LIE TO YOU, BUT HE WOULDN’T LIE TO ME.” OH MY GOSH

00:41:10 “i mean, you’re out here, accusing him of crimes, and you’re saying just because he’s defendin’ himself, that makes him guilty?” HELL YEAH TECHNO also oh, yeah, whatever, laws, cringeee

HFGJKSD TECNO RANBOO FRIENDSHIP STRIKES AGAIN!!!!! LOVE THEM

ASLDKJFASL AND THE FACT THAT TECHNO CHOOSES RANBOO TO MESSAGE,,,,LOVE THEM

[presidential alert, the boys are FIGHTINGGGGGG] a;lsdfja 00:43:30

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE

HOLY SHIT TOMMY

00:45:05 ‘THE DISCS WERE WORTH MORE THAN YOU EVER WERE’ OH MY GOD

technos right, silent pvp is awkward as well

oh boy dream has alllll the discs

00:46:40

“Techno...this isn’t me... this isn’t...I mean, I look around, and I’m not the person I want to be. I- I mean... I’m so sorry. Techno, if this is who I am, then I don’t want to be me anymore, man. I- I’m sorry. I’m with Tubbo.”

HOLY SHIT TOMMY JUST BETRAYED TECHNO RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM OH MY GOD PHILZA RLLY IS THE ONLY PERSON TECHNO CAN TRUST

oh holy FUCK technos change in tone from “TOMMY WHEN I SAID- Tommy, perhaps I wasn’t clear yesterday. When I said that I’m going to destroy L’Manburg, and that you don’t have to help me, when I said yOU DON’T HAVE TO HELP ME TOMMY, I MEANT THAT YOU COULD SIT IT OUT, NOT SWITCH SIDES, AND FIGHT AGAINST ME!”

also “youRE BETRAYING ME, IS WHAT YOU’RE DOING, TOMMY” god i love technos yelling voice,,,

hoLY SHIT TOMMY ‘im worse than everyone i didnt want to be...’ DUDE CHILL ITS TECHNOS THING TO HAVE GOOD LINES 00:47:55

the contrast between tommy saying the whole ‘‘it is likely, everything is likely when I am me, and I am always me, until the day I die. when I die, this world will be stupid” and “i know what ive done, and I hate me for it” is just,,,,that HAD to be planned, right???????? theres no way he thought of that on the spot

“thank you, for giving me the disc, but I just want to say that you’re an idiot” gfkhjsld DREAM you homeless fool 00:48:30

AL;SKDFJAS TECHNO TALKIN TO US VIA CHAT IS SO FUNNY ‘THIS HOMELESS MAN IS SPITTING BARS’ I LOVE HIM SO MUCH GJFKDS

“you just gave me the ONE THING I needed to destroy L’manburg.” 00:49:05 ohhhh thats why techno ‘betrayed’ tommy jkghsfd because someone directly lined up with his ideals??? because he was just betrayed, and hes hurt, and he saw someone standing up for his ideas and future actions? every single one of u anti c!techno people r fuckin idiots i stg /hj /nm /lh

i love techno yelling at tubbo its so funny to me. like sir u are bullying a small child aldkfjalja

00:50:30 YOU CAN HEAR TECHNOS SMILE WHEN HE SAYS ‘OH IM LIKING WHERE THIS IS GOING’ AHHH I LOVE HIM!!!!!!

LASDKJFALSFJ I LOVE HOW DREAMS LIKE NAH I AM N O T CALLIN IN THAT FAVOR FOR THIS, UR GONNA DESTROY LMANBURG NO MATTER W H A T

GOOD TECHNOLAUGH AHH YES LISTEN TO THAT JOY!!!!! THAT WAS A SOLID FIVE SECONDS OF TECHNOLAUGH!!!!!

ALDSKFJASF TOMMY KILLS TUBBOS DOG

00:52:30.

“Tommy. Give me back my axe. You’re not worthy, I was wrong.”

“...no. No! You know what, Technoblade? I am worthy. And you’re not- you’re not gonna side with Dream to take down L’Manburg, are you.”

“I- I’ve been so transparent about how I’m going to destroy the government, I’ve explained my reasons, like, I’m destroying it because of a, b, c, they executed me, they betrayed me, you betrayed me... you know what, Tommy? You’ve made a decision today that can’t be undone, and you know what? I respect you, Tommy. You’re free to make your own choices, wrong as they are, that’s what anarchy is about. It’s about freedom, to do what you want. But all I have to say, Tommy, is that I hope you don’t come to regret it. “ OH MY GOD

also he just LEAVES :LDFJSLDKFJSF AND GOES BACK HOME IGHALSDFJALKF

A;LDKJSFAS DREAM TECHNO SELLOUT POG

a;ldkfja 00:57:10 ‘i’ve always said, you know, if you’re a viewer, the only support I need is your viewership. UNLESS YOU’RE A MILLIONAIRE IN WHICH CASE, RUN THOSE SUPERCHATS LETS GO” i love techno

also dream :handshake: phil

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ALSDKFJALSF HE ALREADY FORGOT WHAT HAPPENED HES SUCH A NERD 00:58:00

AND THAT ‘I HAVE CONFIDENCE’ AN HOUR IN,,,,IM SO GAY

01:01:20 have yall noticed how much techno says ‘i hate this so bad’? its p often. i think he says it in his recent vid w skeppy as well

ok at 01:02:20 techno says to dream ‘this seems like the beginning of a beautiful partnership’

and at 01:34:10 of ‘nothing goes wrong’ techno tells tommy ‘this seems like the beginning of a beautiful friendship’ and i just,,,,,the PARALLELS they had both just found out abt the wither room but with one techno was showing him the whole truth and was vulnerable, kinda asking for friendship but the other is unstable and based off of....i want to say fear? mutual gain?

i love it

01:08:40 techno doesnt trust dream pog

nother speech pog 01:09:10

“you know what I’ve learned, Phil? It’s that common interests are what bind people together, more than trust or anything, because I trust Tommy, I brought him in, I gave him food, the armor on his back, I made him weapons when everyone else ditched him, and what does he do?? He just goes crawlin’ back to the guys that exiled him. I can’t trust people on friendship alone, alright? Just common interest is the only thing I can trust, and we [Techno and Dream] have a common interest, we are going to destroy L’Manburg tomorrow, Phil, it’s gonna be gone, it’s gonna be a chunk error.”

01:14:48 all men do is betray technoblade, eat hot chip, and lie ALSDFJALDSFKAJSF IM LAUGHING SO HARD also why does techno casually use words like ‘exodus’ i love him but why

Run.

THE CAT SEES US. ITS MCGONAGALL A;LKDFJALF 01:22:45

‘we should make a parody of YMCA. dddd m c a’ blitz 2??? cmon techno u know u want to 01:23:25

technos glasses break at 01:26:50 a;ldskfjaf

awww techno got phil like 300 primes bc of the sellout nd techno gained 11,000 subs a;ldkfjaf w o w

#technoblade

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shebeafancyflapjack · 4 years ago

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What She Needs

Quick EOTB (not a) drabble for @cecret-with-c . This should make up for me clearly not finishing my other whump fic by the weekend as I’d hoped.

This stinks!

For that matter, when did the waves outside get so rough and loud? It’s as if every sound in this little corner of paradise he created has been amplified for his annoyance, right down to the mice scurrying around in the walls who only came out to help carry a lost remote or dropped earring.

No matter how what position he lays in, no matter how much he tosses and turns, he can’t seem to get himself comfy. It makes no sense! He made sure to summon the most desirable sofa, specifically for human napping, as he knew it would be used as Eleanor’s second bed as much as sitting to watch TV. Neither of them had any issues with it before so why was it so hard for him to get to sleep now?! Why did the pillows suddenly feel so damn lumpy?

Maybe sleeping on the couch was always this difficult. He can’t say he ever did it before. Ever since he learned how to sleep, it was always with Eleanor, in her bed. Sometimes they would take the occasional nap on the sofa together, curled up in front of a movie or spent after a day of simulated adventures. She took many a snooze on here during those early weeks, where she’d be buried underneath a blanket, clinging to one of the cushions like a shield while Michael pottered around her, trying to create as calm and normal an atmosphere as possible. Perhaps she found it as awkward as he did now, but was too frightened (and mute) to complain?

Oh, stop it, Mikey. Stop trying to rationalise this.

He knew the reason he was truly so alert. The same reason he had been exiled to the couch in the first place.

“Are you just not gonna talk to me for the whole weekend then?” He asks once they’ve made it through the threshold and she’s still storming ahead.

He makes sure to scan the area, ensure the soundproofing is on, never too careful if one of his coworkers has followed to spy on them.

“Yep!” Eleanor snaps back before realising her mistake; “Oh...fork, that didn’t count!”

“Oh, c’mon, I said ‘my bad’! What more do you want?”

“Cockroaches, dude! You called me and my friends ‘cockroaches’ - you really don’t get why that pisses me off?!” She turns and rounds on him.

Maybe she, too, had been waiting until they were out of demon-sight to rage at him.

Michael raises his hands; “I did not say that!”

“Oh so your exact words weren’t ‘you guys are like cockroaches’?!” She quotes him, lowering her voice to badly imitate him.

He waves his hand.

“Yes, but I wasn’t...I wasn’t trying to insult you. Chidi asked me a straight question, I gave him a straight answer...Which happened to be a metaphor!” He tried to defend, stepping through the foyer of the beach house.

Eleanor was already on her way into the kitchen to grab a can of J.D and coke.

“Look, he asked me if I knew why I was struggling with understanding some of the things in his class and I was just trying to say, as an immortal being, I am technically superior to the rest of you...Your species!” He corrects himself as soon as she turns to scowl at him; “And I tried to put that into perspective for him! How it feels for me, a creature with unfathomable abilities and has been around since the dawn of time, to have to be taught lessons from a creature like him - a tiny, fragile, mortal species whose only existed for a tiny blink in all eternity.”

“And the first thing that came to mind...was a cockroach?!”

Oh, she really is pissed about this.

He took a breath and tried to move closer, his hands out.

“Babe, c’mon now. You know I’d never mean to call you anything like that. It was just a force of habit, it’s how they would explain our jobs to use in Torturing 101.” He tries to tell her, his palm hovering near her elbow as she swigged her drink; “Old habits die hard but I’m trying my best, you know that, right?”

She meets his eyes, the sternness in her brow weakening a little, he can see. There’s a twinge in her lips as she refuses to melt.

“Old habits seem to be alive and well this week, man. Especially when you made Chidi’s writing come off the wall and attack him, just because he corrected you on Consequentialism!”

“Come on! You laughed at that!”

“No, Jason did! I...wanted to but resisted, which is what you should be learning to do! Stop lashing out at Chidi whenever he gives you the slightest bit of negative feedback, he’s only trying to help - which he keeps doing even though you can be such a nightmare student that you make me look like a teacher’s pet!” Eleanor cringes, putting down her can and stepping back; “Oh, what the fork have you turned me into?!”

“Hey, it’s not my fault you’ve become a total nerd! That’s on you.” Michael deflected as he hung up his jacket and removed his bowtie, snapping his fingers to turn his trousers to jeans.

“Actually, ding dong, only reason I even asked Chidi to help me be a better person was because you tricked me into believing I wasn’t good enough to get into Heaven!”

“That wasn’t a trick, that’s a fact of the Universe.”

“You know what I mean! This is all your fault! We’re having to put up with these stupid fake tortures every day and when I’m not pretending to be miserable about that, I gotta babysit my demon boyfriend to try and stop him from actually torturing one of my best friends!” Eleanor raises her tone as she rounds on him; “And even when I finally get a chance to escape it all, I end up having a fight with said stupid demon boyfriend who’s too much of a jerkash to admit when he’s crossed the line!”

He watches her get closer, inch by inch, doing his best not to dismiss her comments and only focus on how cute she looks when she’s angry, as well as how hot it is for her to be so fearless shouting down an all-powerful immortal being.

Michael blinks as he realises she’s waiting for a response.

“Oh, you mean me?”

Eleanor groans again, moving back to the fridge. She grabbed as many J.D cans as she could carry before pushing past Michael and heading towards their bedroom.

He watches her go with a frown; “What you taking all those in there for?”

“Because I am gonna spend my torture-free night alone, in my room, drinking, eating crab and watching Real Housewives until I pass out.” She mutters as she turns the knob.

“Sounds good, count me in.” He went to follow.

“Alone!”

That sounded less good. Michael stops in his tracks, watching her slam the door. He scoffs. She’ll be back out soon. What’s she gonna do, just leave him to sleep alone on the couch?

Yes, apparently.

Were he a true demon, he’d be hoping that Eleanor was having as much trouble getting to sleep as him. That she was regretting starting a fight on what was supposed to be their monthly getaway together and was going to appear any second to apologise and agree to forget it ever happened.

But he doesn’t, because he’s already passed failing at being evil, try as his natural instincts might try to rear their ugly tentacles again. He can’t wish anything bad upon her, the woman who changed his life, who shone a light in the darkness. He doesn’t even enjoy torturing her friends, not really. Chidi, a little, as an outlet, but only for an instant high that quickly wore off when he had to deal with the consequences. Which was mostly Eleanor being pissed at him.

He wondered how close she was coming to being tempted to turn a steak knife on him again? He probably deserved it.

It was...tough, being part of a team. Bonding with Eleanor on her own, two of them here isolated away from everyone else, had run so smoothly, as if it were destiny if he dared to entertain such a lame concept. But having to share her with others, taking classes with them, sometimes it was fun but other times...Ugh, he could gladly wish for retirement. He didn’t enjoy feeling dumb or small or...so clearly inferior to the kind, ethical human who got to spend way more time with his girlfriend than he did.

Not that Michael would ever bring that up. He’d sound as bad as Ross in Season Three when he was being possessive of Rachel with that Mark guy. What a tool.

Don’t be a Ross, Mikey. That’s Ethics for Dummies right there.

He sighs, heavily, imagining losing Eleanor forever because of being like that doofus was with Rachel. He was better than that. He understood how important this was to her. He tried to respect her friends and what it meant for her to have all of them as a group; the family she’d been denied...that they’d all been denied in some way or another.

It’s on you to make this right, he tells himself.

He hit his pillow before groaning again. Fine! First thing in the morning, he’ll wake her up with a nice breakfast, he’ll say sorry, he’ll let her know how frustrated he’s been with Vicky and others lately, and how he should make it up to Chidi and-

Click.

Michael freezes. That was definitely Eleanor’s bedroom door.

He closes his eyes, pretending to sleep. He doesn’t wanna try to do this now, not at this hour. Let them have a night apart to think, let her sleep, let it be a surprise to wake up to. She’s probably just coming in to grab some water from the Brita. Or some midnight shrimp from that infinite platter in the fridge. There’s a rapid thumping sound rippling through the air. He can barely hear her bare feet pad across the carpet...

On their way towards...him...

He struggles not to open his eyes when he feels the smaller body push against him, moving him back against the cushions and slipping under his arm for the lack of a blanket. He doesn’t need one and, even without his natural fiery body heat, it’s warm enough tonight. So why is she shaking all over as she curls into him-?

Oh. Oh shirt. Not again.

“You okay-?” he whispers only to find a palm pressed to his lips.

“Shut up!” her voice commands, her fierce tone trembling with fear; “M’still mad at you!”

Clearly. That’s not his main concern right now.

He nods, opening his eyes. The remnants of tears shine on her cheeks.

He carefully moves his hand to wipe them with his thumb, cradling her face as if it were the most precious object in existence.

“Just tell me what you need.” He says, softly.

They can deal with all the rest in the morning. Right here, right now, he’s to do what his role has always been since they first arrived here.

Does she want to talk about it? Can he get her anything?

He doesn’t need to ask these questions. They’ve been uttered a hundred times, over a hundred nights, throughout this house. He’s never denied her a thing and he’s hardly going to stop tonight.

Eleanor sniffs; “...Just...do the thing...”

He nods; “C’mere.” he lifts his arm again, letting her curl in close against this chest before he wraps her up tight. His fingers gently massage up and down her back as she tries to sync her breathing with his, burying her face in his chest. He whispers the same soothing words, the same promises of safety, the same tender reassurance that it will all be okay. She can never hear it enough, not after what she had to endure. It’s a miracle she ever came back from it.

Michael chances his luck a little when he feels her begin to calm by brushing his lips against her hair. She gives the smallest hum, fingers still clutching on tight.

“Still mad.” She mumbles, nuzzling into him.

“I know.” He whispers, “And I’m still here.” Always.

He’s not sure when the couch became comfortable again but he can feel his own eyes becoming heavy. He watches her face, so close to his, admiring the smoothness of her skin and each hair out of place.

“Guess I might as well stay...” Eleanor says, sleepily; “I know you need me to look after you.”

He grants her that, smiling; “We cockroaches gotta stick together, right?”

She doesn’t respond.

“Still not good?”

Her lips twitch; “Getting better. We’ll make a human outta you soon, demon babe. Now go the fork to sleep.”

#hellstrop minific #npl au #fluff #michael x eleanor #nightmare hurt / comfort #established relationship

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petri808 · 4 years ago

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@bnhahorrorweek Post apocalypse prompt/ non-quirk characters. Threw this one-shot together for this prompt. 🙃 Bakudeku. Sorry my edits suck lol.

It’s been two years since the world imploded and left survivors struggling to just stay alive. No one knew exactly how it began, but many suspected it was man made. When the United States declared war on China, and the world sided against the falling superpower, the country retaliated... soon stories began popping up about people becoming zombie-like and attacking with no hesitation as if all conscious reasoning was gone. The coincidence was how it started in areas being bombed by the U.S., first Asia, Europe, but as with most viruses, it spread quickly through the infected until there wasn’t a country on Earth left standing.

Izuku Midoriya was in his senior year of high school at the time, but once the virus hit Japan, chaos broke out. In the dense cities like Tokyo, it was like a wave washing through that quickly jumped to surrounding cities including Shizuoka where he lived with his mother. Within a matter of weeks the entire island country was engulfed by these soulless beings. He’d lost everyone he knew, his classmates, friends, and after a month of running, his mom when they’d been ambushed sneaking through the subway tunnels.

Perhaps it was his smaller size that was to his benefit. Growing up Izuku was teased for being a shorter, gangly kid, but when the goal was hiding, it became an asset. He was smart and a quick learner, who figured out the best ways to stay out of sight from the roving hoards. These things weren’t dead like most zombie movies tended to portray. The virus infected and destroyed the upper portions of the brain leaving just the brain stems that controlled basic life functions. It generally resembled a mutated syphilis strain, but 10 times worse with no cure, and no way to stop it once it took control. All the zombies knew to do was eat, and eat, and eat.

By the end of the first year, Izuku realized that constantly being on the move had some detriment, so when he came across an abandoned apartment building built with brick walls, he decided to create a fortress for himself. It took some time working only when the creatures weren’t around, but he reinforced the second floor apartments with steel and blacked out the windows. Once the outside was secured, Izuku broke through walls to connect the apartments together.

Maybe he’ll run into another survivor one day. There must be others, but since he didn’t travel far from his base camp, it was wholly possible he’d simply never come across one. Even now almost two years later, he was only a stones throw away from his original home is Musutafu. It was a lonely existence and there were many days when he wondered if it was worth it to keep living like this. Working on his new ‘home’ was the only thing that helped to keep his mind from slipping into depression, and he was quite proud of his accomplishments. Breaking through the ceiling, he managed to rig a pipe to the roof that collected rain water and funneled it into a plugged bath tub. Similar venting allowed him to build a make shift hearth for fires, handy during the colder months and to cook with.

They were truly back to the stone ages now. All the skills many take for granted, simple things like how to sew or forage for edible plants, he had to learn. No more electricity, meant no more quick entertainment, so he raided a nearby bookstore for things to read. Over time, Izuku settled in for the long haul, just concerning himself with finding supplies, keeping occupied, and most of all, not losing his sanity.

Until one day, while returning to his home, Izuku heard a noise and ducks low behind a broken down vehicle. It had only been a quick trip to a close by hardware store. He watched, readying his weapon in case of an attack. Crap! He’d left the fire going in the apartment for heating, so had the smoke attracted a zombie?

A human walks out from around some parked vehicles. At first he can’t tell if it’s a zombie or not, because the person’s attire hid their features. But the longer he watched their movements, the way they walked cautiously, with a backpack slung over one shoulder, Izuku started to wonder if it could be a survivor! It was a dangerous move to break cover, but after surveying the area and not seeing anyone else, he decided to get the persons attention. If it was a zombie there was still enough space between them to get away.

Izuku popped his head over the car and whistled once for 10 seconds. The person stopped and turned in his direction, but just stood in place staring. So he whistled a second time, while standing completely upright and clearly visible. He waved, signaling he was a normie, so the man lowers the hoodie of his jacket.

“K-Kacchan?!” He breathes out. No way! Of all the people to run into, but his long lost childhood friend?! The mans hair was a dirtier blonde now, shaggier and disheveled, but those red eyes were unmistakable. Izuku steps forward, slowly moving towards the man. “Kacchan, is that really you?”

“Deku? Pfft, figures you’re the first live human I find.”

Another sound, distant, but real catches Izuku’s alert attention. He grabs the man by the arm. “It’s not safe here,” his voice is low as to not attract attention. “Follow me, I’ve got a safe place.”

Possibly tired of travel, Katsuki Bakugou follows the smaller male into the secured apartment building. He watches in fascination as Izuku takes them through a stairwell with multiple metal gates that looked added on, until they reach the main entrance.

“Welcome to my home,” Izuku smiles and ushers Katsuki inside.

“Tch, not bad nerd,” The blonde surveys his surroundings. “You set this all up yourself?”

“Yup. Took awhile but I reinforced the top half of the building.” He shows Katsuki each room. “An area for cooking, this is where I gather and store rain water. So if you wanna take a towel bath you can. Here’s where I sleep, and finally my storage area. I think I have clothes in your size if you need something fresh to wear.”

“Think I’ll take you up on the bath first.”

“S-Sure!” Izuku grabs his friend a towel and hands it to him along with a fresh set of clothing. “I’ll be working on a dinner in the meantime,” he smiles.

“Thanks Deku.”

Izuku was on cloud nine! It’d been years, long before the apocalypse hit that he’d ever spoken with Katsuki in a civil manner. The man seemed to have mellowed out, but of course an event like this one was bound to change people. He was just thrilled to have found a survivor and even happier it was someone he knew. By the time Katsuki came out of the bath area cleaned and dressed, Izuku had whipped up a small meal for the two of them.

“Hope your hungry,” Izuku smiles and presents a plate to his friend. “I got lucky and caught a wild hare in my trap yesterday.”

Katsuki takes the plate and sits down on a rug. “How do you have fresh vegetables?”

“I grow them on the roof.” Izuku sits down across from the man with his own plate. “Tomatoes, sweet potatoes, mushrooms, and onions so far, but I’m working on soybeans too. Tell me Kacchan, where have you been all this time?”

“I was in Osaka visiting an uncle when this shit hit, then the bastards killed my parents last year as we tried to get back home.”

“I’m sorry Kacchan,” Izuku’s voice softened, “I lost my mom too a month after it hit.”

“Looks like you’re doing well though.” Katsuki looks around. “Seems a pretty safe hold out.”

“It’s better than the streets. Luckily the zombies are dumb. You know, you’re welcome to stay. There’s plenty of room for two people.”

“I don’t wanna impose...”

“You’re not imposing Kacchan. It’ll be nice to have someone to talk to aside from myself.”

“Alright, I’ll stick around since it beats the elements. Am I the first person you’ve seen?”

“Yeah, alive any way. I’ve run into people we knew but they’re all zombies now.”

“Tch, I mean to live now, then die as one of the last humans on this plant? This blows.”

“I try not to think about that and rather take any positive thing I can cling to.”

“Always the optimist Deku.” Katsuki laughs. “Even with a disaster you never change.”

As the hours grow late, Izuku suggests they pull out an extra mattress he has in the storage room for his friend to sleep on. But Katsuki points to Izuku’s Queen sized bed. “Why? We both fit, and besides it’s warmer this way, right?”

Izuku stammers as his face turns red. “I-I guess, as long as you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind, do you?”

“No.” He did, but it was just his nervousness over sharing a bed with a guy he once had a crush on.

“Good, cause I’m exhausted.” Katsuki slips under the blanket and pats the bed. “It’s late, let’s get some sleep.”

“O-Okay...” Izuku put out the fire and climbed under the covers, but turns on his side away from the man.

“Pfft,” Katsuki spoons up to Izuku, “supposed to keep each other warm remember,” he wraps his arm around and pulls the man close. “Nite, nerd.”

‘Ahhhh! What is going on?!’ “G’night Kacchan.” If this was how he’ll spend the rest of this apocalypse... guess it wasn’t so bad anymore.

#bnhahorrorweek2020 #bnha #bakudeku #post apocalypse #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #bkdk #katsudeku #bakudeku fan fic #bakudeku fan fiction

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quirkychaoticraptor · 4 years ago

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“Camp Cretaceous” Season 2 Review

As the title says, this is what this post is gonna be about xD. And, unless I’m very stupid (which is entirely possible), but the whole “Under the Cut” option for spoilers no longer seems to exist. Sooo....

SPOILER ALERT!!! For this whole post, just in case.

Alright, first off, I just wanna say this show has surprised me, yet again. I was concerned that this season was going to feel very rushed and turn out disappointing since the date for it was so soon after season 1. Because as I’ve probably said in my last review of this show...usually, when things get a date that soon after the first season/movie/book/whatever, they don’t turn out quite well, most of the time. So yeah, the date for this 2nd season did make me feel really skeptical. However! I binged it, today, and was genuinely surprised that it turned out to be just as good as the first season! Maybe even better!

I’ll try not to make this review as long as my last one ^^;.

Anyway, first off (again, but for realz or whatever), I knew that Ben was going to come back. I noticed the twitch in his fingers at the very end of season 1. So I saw that coming. What I didn’t see coming was his kinda sudden character development (if that’s what it’s called...I dunno, I’m no expert on the whole character development thing ^^;). He went from a very skittish boy to like, Tarzan. Lol! He grew a pair, and I’m a little proud of him xD. Then again, I guess that’s what being alone and surviving like that with lack of sleep will do to you. I also loved how big and powerful Bumpy grew up to be! And protective! I mean, of course, she kinda did imprint on the boy (or is it the other way around?), just as how Blue was protective of Owen. I just love those sort of bonds in wild animals and humans that they share (I’m being a nerd, please ignore me xD).

Oh! Blue! I love that they gave her a bit more screen-time! Just like the first season, her screen-time only lasted about a second...but she had more scene cuts like that than she did in the first season! I kinda hope she’ll make more of an appearance in season 3 (yes, I read that apparently, season 3 is probably a strong possibility), and if she does, I hope she’ll actually have a full scene with her in the spotlight, if that makes any sense. She is just like, my top most favorite character in the Jurassic World movies (with Rexy coming in second).

Speaking of Rexy, our old girl is as badass as frickin’ always! Her roars will forever give me the chills (I’m still so happy that they kept all the dinosaur sounds from all the movies. I find it interesting that she had pretty much made Main Street her little home. I was confused about her making a nest, though. Like, she an old lady, why does she need a nest xD? On a different note, maybe I just didn’t see them...but, I noticed that she did not have her scars. That confused me because since I didn’t see any of her scars, I wasn’t sure if it was actually her...or, if there has actually been a 2nd T-Rex on the island that nobody knew about (that’s unlikely, though). But she’s supposed to have scars, people! She’s a fighter, and has been in some tough battles! Lol!

I liked that the people who made this show brought back Toro. Even for only two scenes, and Ben had gone up against her in his story of what had happened after the end of the first season. The Ceratosaur making an appearance did kinda surprise me, as the last time I saw that dinosaur, she was in the 3rd Jurassic Park movie (please don’t at me about that, I grew up with all 3 of those movies). I mean, I saw her in the season 2 trailer, but honestly, she had such a small clip in said trailer that I forgot about her ^^;. Even in this show, she didn’t really make too much of an appearance as I had thought she would.

The Baryonyxes. This trio were very interesting antagonists! I actually liked them, a lot! And I’m not really much of a Baryonyx fan (probably because growing up, I never really paid it too much mind as I did Velociraptors and Tyrannosaurs. I only remember seeing 1 Baryonyx in the Jurassic World movies, but she only got a little bit of screen-time. Now that I think about it...it might’ve been the two siblings in “Fallen Kingdom...because I think one of them died when the volcano exploded, and the other one was carried onto one of those ships. I could be totally wrong, though...but after watching this season, it would kinda make sense and an interesting theory. Anyway, I went off-track, there. Main point being: Baryonyx, very interesting antagonist, actually terrifying. I was not expecting them to sound like that, either. Maybe I’m just crazy, but they sounded just a little bit like the Indominous! Maybe....

I was not expecting poachers to be in this show, at all. I’m actually very against poachers...I feel like they’re the reason some certain animals are going extinct. But anyway, that was an interesting reveal! I was suspicious of them from the get-go, but I honestly thought that they would turn out to be working for Manticore. The show did a good job on making me constantly second-guess this couple! I never liked them, to begin with, simply because I felt something off about them...but they were just horrible people! The woman, I forget her name, was the worst of the two, or so she turned out. She seemed to be the one actually in charge of things. Lemme tell you, when she killed one of the Baryonyxes, I literally had a “uhhhmmm” moment because I just knew that her actions were going to come around right back to her...literally. My heart actually went out to the other two Baryonyxes because it was just...a bit of a roller-coaster of emotions, there! The woman later on left her husband for dead (now, that’s just a douche move). But ya know...what goes around comes around! So, I wasn’t shocked when the two Baryonyxes made their way onto her boat.

Yeah.... Karma is a bitch.

What I really liked about this season was that it threw in so many elements of the first Jurassic Park movie. I loved that! I haven’t seen the movie in a really long time, so those elements in this season was a nice quick nostalgia ride for me. Raptors in the kitchen (though, in the show’s case, Baryonyx in the lab), the watering hole (I think that was in the first movie, but I could be very wrong), Rexy with the flipped over Jurassic Park (World) vehicle...all of it was amazing to see!

I talked a lot about the dinosaurs, sorry ^^;!

The kids were great, of course. Honestly, I feel like there isn’t too much to say about the humans, this season. The kids get along, well, and prove to be a great team, Kenji is...well, Kenji xD, and like I said, Ben coming back was expected but still great to watch. One thing I also liked was that the kids realized and pretty much implied about what had happened to the Indominous.

To close this review off, I have just one question in mind about something that has me totally thrown off and kinda desperate for answers.... What in the hell is in that locked room in the lab?!?! What was cooked up that the show is so implying to be incredibly scary and dangerous?! Is it another I-Rex or is it a I-Raptor or a half-dino, half-human creature?! What?! Dr. Wu?! Explain, please!

Ok, I’m done with my confused ranting xD.

That is my review for season 2 of “Camp Cretaceous”! I am curious to see what season 3 will bring and what the kids will do, now, since they’ve decided to no longer wait for people to come rescue them. I’m also curious to see what sort of dinosaurs season 3 will bring. That is all if season 3 does get decided to become a thing.

Until next time! Later!

#Mika squawks #Life of Mika #review #tv show review #jurassic park #jurassic world #camp cretaceous #dinosaurs

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rvmmm21 · 5 years ago

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Omegaverse hcs 👀👀👀 which tank do you think each rv member fits

the fact i did more research for this than for my exam. thank you reaadvelvet.

sfw stuff, although it’s definitely implied.

this is my first a/b/o so i might’ve missed a few marks. don’t exactly know.

. joohyun .

joohyun’s an alpha (like 99.9% of the time).

dominant, protective and that inescapable jealousy makes her a straight up alpha.

scents; she’s scent-driven. anything that appeals to her incredibly sensitive sense of smell has her foot on the gas. and if she’s driving you’re in for one hell of a ride. it is of utmost importance that her omega smells their best at all times. it’s only fair, after all. she prides herself on her grooming.

her ability to keep her jealousy in check varies. no one but her omega is aware of her hand surreptitiously resting on their upper thigh while they’re at the dinner table, but it’s a whole different ball game when they’re out in public.

joohyun’s possessive nature flares in the presence of any other living, breathing creature. even from a distance, joohyun makes sure she has one ear open at all times. if someone so much as looks at her omega in a way she thinks they shouldn’t, expect her to be storming over in an instant, pheromones ablaze, ‘politely’ cutting the conversation short and escorting them away.

punishments are rare, but not above joohyun, if she deems it necessary. and she views them as firm reminders more than punishments.

joohyun knows how to work a silence damn well. cross her and she’ll have you suffocating on nothing but her endearing little death glare.

behind closed doors, another aspect of joohyun’s personality comes to play, however.

a far softer, gentler and (dare i say it) playful joohyun surfaces when it’s just her and her omega. as gentle as her favourite bottle of freshly-scented fabric conditioner.

this is what i mean by the 99.9%.

she does tire, so sometimes joohyun allows herself a little leeway to lean back. plus, it’s just the two of them, so her mind isn’t clogged with apprehension. (quick tip: a big-softie joohyun is a joohyun worth exploiting).

still though, exploit within your means. don’t push your luck. tease her about it just that bit too much and you’ll find yourself flat on your back, pinned under a growly baby beast, more than just her scent overpowering you.

joohyun is protective, motherly; she doesn’t shy away from tasks that may be slightly too intimidating for the average person to handle. a lovely homemade meal, fending off the threat of other foul alphas ogling what’s hers, or asking the waiter for another dollop of ketchup for her embarrassed omega. that’s joohyun wrapped in a pretty bow.

. seulgi .

seulgi’s a beta.

bubbly, charming with the friendliest of scents. soft lavender, if i were to pick.

she’d really excel at being a professional cuddler (yes, they’re a real thing), because there’s nothing more soothing than being engulfed in a heap of seulgi as she whispers in your ear, fizzling those senseless worries away with the tone of her voice.

there is no sexual intent, simply a friend to lift your spirits or to lend an ear. or a snuggle.

seulgi thanks her predictable gland secretion, granting her more control over her pheromones. which is what everyone else is presented with: a neutral, approachable personality.

her easygoing nature has and can draw anyone in. and i do mean anyone; she has an ever-expanding list of four-legged/winged/slithery friends to prove it.

terribly innocent and trusting; sometimes dangerously so. seulgi will offer to do someone a favour or work on something for them when she finds yerim or sooyoung stepping in before she can make that commitment with a firm ‘i’m afraid that’s not happening’. she’s confused, but allows herself to be ushered away, glancing back over her shoulder in a quick ‘sorry’.

she’s clumsy, ask any of her members, but she works it in well with her charm. popped balloons, tripping on air and the inability to discern a ‘push’ from a ‘pull’ door makes seulgi jump as high as whoever is around to witness them.

mating or catching doesn’t cross seulgi’s mind much, not for now, anyway. she’s far more content in the company of her members and the friends she makes along the way.

. seungwan .

seungwan the omega (this was actually so hard to decide).

demure, caring and domestic beyond belief.

kind to a fault; like seulgi, her other (more assertive) members will oftentimes step in and answer for her, if she’s in a potentially iffy situation where she could be taken advantage of. seungwan, a little hurt, will ask them about it later on, and they’ll sit her down and explain. slowly, she begins to understand why they did what they did and eventually thanks them.

baking, baking, baking; the house constantly smells like aunty anne and the pillsbury doughboy are going at it in a bed of flour with a rolling pin, goddamn.

seungwan’s a treat, but so are all the things crafted from her little bake station in the kitchen. the other girls sometimes can’t imagine how such delicious things can come from such bland looking ingredients. i mean flour? get real... oh, hand them another brownie, though. yep, thank you seungwan unnie!

don’t get it twisted, hey. what seungwan lacks in brawn, she more than makes up for in brains and good old-fashioned academia. sure, she may not be the one handing seulgi the broom to hold against the bottom of the glass on the ceiling, but who had reminded yerim to pull all the chairs away beforehand? the brains behind the operation indeed.

seungwan is crafty as her mind is intricate.

she knows how to get what she wants; every power-bottom move there is to know. she may be an omega, seemingly unassertive by nature, but her personality when she wants something is anything but.

she’ll pout and tease till she has her alpha weak and tending to her every whim, her complacency masked under prettily batted eyelashes and the longest, most gratuitous ‘thank youuuu’.

blessed is anyone who gets the chance to make seungwan scream their name. (let’s pretend for a minute that we don’t already know who that is). she knows how to lay back and take it alright, gracing them with a perfect demonstration of her powerhouse lungs in action. front row seats, might i add.

so powerful, that sometimes, she needs to be ‘reminded’ that she isn’t the only one on earth, and that other people need to be left to live, too. omega seungwan prefers those reminders to push her deep into the mattress, pin her there by her shoulders, ribs, throat. any and every part of her is willing to be quieted down and shown who really calls the shots between the two of them.

what? she can at least show her appreciation. after all, it’s the way the hierarchy works, and seungwan isn’t one to question nature.

. sooyoung .

alpha sooyoung through and through.

can’t imagine her being anything but, if i’m honest.

and yes, the height helps strides, but there’s more to sooyoung than lank alone.

her sense of duty is like no other, and if she has to put others in uncomfortable positions to preserve it, then its a sacrifice well made. just ask yerim, who now feels obliged to apologise for her presence at the cafe every time she goes to get a latte because of that one time sooyoung had thought the barista was flirting with her when he asked her for her ‘digits’ before handing her her drink, not realising that that was how the store operated.

the poor omega barista very nearly filled his trousers and dropped to his knees at the sheer sight of sooyoung’s lips curled up in a possessive growl and alpha waves emitting like she’d had her mind set on murdering him.

“what? he could’ve just used your initials or your order like a normal person!” . “unnie, he doesn’t make enough to go against an entire establishment. and besides, there’s nothing wrong with that. you’re just mad because you thought he was asking for my phone number when my ‘digits’ were actually ‘#026′, idiot.” . “... okay fine. but did he really have to say ‘digits’ like that? seriously, curb your flirt... fucking nerd.”

yerim; the only one allowed to call sooyoung names and not find her own esophagus handed to her with a lovely thank you note attached.

if sooyoung can make alphas of much higher ranks make it a point to acknowledge her presence in a room, then anyone who finds themselves at the wrong end of her stick can kiss their hopes of a steady blood-pressure bye bye.

sooyoung knows her way around a good jest, as hard to believe as that may be. ask joohyun, where it has become almost knee-jerk reaction to tell sooyoung she ‘doesn’t have a daughter like her’ whenever the latter calls her ‘mother’.

a mistress in the streets, a bloody mistress in the sheets as well. and don’t you forget it.

. yerim .

yerim the omega (the term fits her rather loosely).

and golden maknae, with a slightly satanic aftertaste, of course.

she may be tiny, as fellow omega seungwan absolutely adores reminding her (catch the hypocrisy, gift wrap it and send it back where it came from), but she can be a real hard-arse when needs be. real crass and rarely thinks twice before giving you what for.

it usually doesn’t get her in trouble, except for when it does. snarky and playful by nature, yerim sometimes forgets her place and ends up challenging other, random alphas. her unnies are quick to react, having to pull her away and diffuse the situation before someone ends up with an ear chewed off. she gets a good telling off on the way back and for hours later.

her unnies are far more tolerant when it comes to her bratty behaviour. sooyoung’s soft spot for the girl plays a huge role in that, of course, but even alpha joohyun has learnt to take it all in stride. they all know yerim doesn’t mean to come off the way she does most of the time, so they let it slide. they’re much less possessive when it comes to her too, always allowing her the last tteokbokki on the plate or the first sip of juice.

bratty omega alert: yerim is calm and quiet most of the time, but if she wants something, it’d better be delivered. be that food, attention, or a good *cough* seeing to *cough*, give her what she wants and you have yourself a pacified, passive little girl.

don’t doubt yourself when you’re around yerim. she’ll hype you up the best way she knows: violently. as seungwan will concur, when she got an earful of ‘don’t live like a coward!’ over a game of musical chairs.

and she wont stop until she’s hammered self-love into you.

it is lovely, though, when yerim’s basking in that after-glow, all raspy and looking like something of an angel. her aura has a deep pulling force, and you’d be a fool to resist. not that anyone could resist a sleepy, satisfied yerim.

#red velvet #red velvet headcanons #red velvet omegaverse #omegaverse #i have an exam tomorrow #kpop scenarios #girl group scenarios

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ONF in Demon AU

A/N : Is clearing idea dumps from drafts, this would be the second version of modern AU

Hi, does anyone remember the idea of illegitimate child of Satan from here and a random Lucifer!Hyojin moodboard here?

ALSO YOU TOTALLY CAN IMAGINE THIS IN A REVERSE WAY, ANGEL AU (where reader is a reincarnation version fragment of Archangel but this one idea dump/establishment will be done for another day)

ALSO you can totally imagine it as deity AU, example that you are Zeus reincarnation but you awaken late and you need to stop Kronos for his rampage. Or even you are Odin and you need to stop Modern version Ragnarok this time. And ONF members could be tie with other Greek/Roman gods. This one will be fun should OH MY GIRL and B1A4 are tied in too. Its just idea I am not sure if I will expand this. But discussions are welcome

(There is no harm to think it as late Victorian or any other era you like, it is just I felt it is better to write in a familiar timeline as I dont want to do something wrong)

So below are just a few establishment for the AU, I am not gonna divide this into 2 scenarios so warning this is going to be long post.

Ok even though I did mentioned illegitimate or forgotten child. This is plausible for your family comes from bloodline that related to demonXhuman ancestors.

Also it truly depends on you. Making into a throne inheritance war or

Reader come of age and their soul are reincarnated royal demon (not neccesary Satan) so there are some demons/demoness guarding you from you are still a child (kinda like those 2 characters from Good omens or Maleficent)

for the above idea, readers magical heritage only awaken once they pass a certain birthday 16, 18 or 20 or 21, up to you. So you suddenly can see mythical creatures.

It could be your bloodline awakened but you are not that qualified to ascend throne or because of your human blood you cannot hide yourself from angel/demon hunter so you have your own demon guardians

Lets say you are imagining on something big world building, again derived from the establishment for familiar au, it is definitely plausible for you to have other "candidates" and they have their demonic godparents/guardians as well

Example, should you go for inheritance war type, maybe you have a distant related sibling(s). It will be fun if you, have ONF members as your guardians while your sibling(s) have other kpop groups. Presumably to name, Dreamcatcher, ONEUS, ATEEZ, PENTAGON or ASTRO... in short its totally flexible.

To add, (and this is an idea i use to draft for fake pilot episode for a homework I worked), you could tally idols and number of idols you wanna integrate into the story to "Lesser Ley of Solomon", linking your bloodline towith King Solomon (*disclaimer, loosely based mythically). 72 demons, how many demons for 1 person is totally depend on you. Whether number of demons/demoness one have on their side equals to their power/ability (or even how many support they obtain) is up to you.

(and disclaimer I am not Christian this is just an idea dump so dont start cultural bashing. again this ia just an idea dump and I am not planning to touch sensitive issues yet.)

Ok enough world building, lets move to story wise.

You could be growing in orphanage it adds more mystery of your bloodline/heritage or similar to the familiar au, living with your family but your family later died on accident. Your parents bloodline combine making you are the perfect vessel for the reincarnation or maybe its a tradition like every 100 hundred years you will reincarnate or something. Again its flexible.

The moment you realize you are seeing things was you noticed similar aura of each person appeared on similar day. You might not get to see who is watching before you actually confronted to the air that you will contact the police

You might really go file a report but after several times the police be like dear there is no a single soul stalking you tho

then out of depressed, you accidentally get yourself into accident and your demon guardian shows up.

Or, because you started to able to see mythical creatures. Mythical creatures starts to notice your existence as well. And that somewhat gives off your location to other candidates through gossiping (should this is inheritance war type of story). Then your guardian show up to protect you when you are attacked by rival sibling’s demons.

Could be you visited some witch to get your ability to see mythical creatures covered up? Recommended by a friendly non related sibling or a friend you made/could be angel?

You thought you only got one but it surprised you that you actually got 7 (later 6)

As this was different from summoning because they are guardians either assigned or volunteered. There is no need for you to provide them anything. And different from familiar au, there is no need to leave them in your home. To ensure your safety they must follow you 247

For now I would be thinking our boys actually guards you in a daily shift. Example, Hyojin on Monday, Changyoon on Tuesday, Seungjun on Wednesday, Jaeyoung on Thursday, Minkyun on Friday, Yuto on Saturday, Minseok on Sunday. (after Minseok departs, the other members rotate themselves to do the Sunday shift)

Since their shift are like that, you sometimes take chance to hangout with them. Eating out with Hyojin, Arcades with Yuto. mostly happens Sunday.

I am thinking it might be fun which your predecessors of the throne are very eager to get the throne, you are just trying to keep out of trouble. So in another way, demon ONFs get to experience the modern human world in a more chill way, it was not just guarding you, but also trying to experience human world. You could like summon them?/keep them by your side just like a normal sibling (Especially if you are the type that grow up alone without any siblings)'

Cues in ONF members actually understand your preference and remembers them very well. So you could not help relying on them as days pass by.

You are defo gonna get an ultimate rival and a friend that shares the same circumstances as you. Maybe the first rival sibling ends up being your friend after they know you are not intending to compete. But there are some rivals are more aggressive out there.

Could be you knew a few demon hunters but they know you meant no harm and then they just let you go

It will be more fun if existences of your kind triggers inner civil war between demon hunters/angels. Because there is also some distant “siblings” of yours wish to live their live quietly but some parties does not agree of letting your kind roaming free and feeling the bloodline must end.

Should you are the type to compete for your birthright (because you are too irritated of people keep coming to kill you non stop). They are happy to serve you till the end as you embracing your darker side. (Well I am not sure to give ONF members and reader loveline here so I will not talk about it for now)For this version, to explain Minseok’s departure , I would prefer that Minseok is back at hell to be your team’s spy, monitoring all political moves and changes.There are still bottom line morality, you are not really slaughtering your way through. But you do make sure the other party wont come to look for trouble anymore.They are going to train you to make sure you are ready. Fighting in physical and magic.That friendly sibling joins on training you too.

You are definitely getting strict critiques from Hyojin and Seungjun during the beginning of your training.

My preferences, you get a friendly sibling(s) where their demon guardians end up being BFF with yours. (RTK and MIXNINE side effect, sorry)

Characterization should be the same as those I have established from the familiar au. Just the world building and some settings that are slightly different.

Hyojin is to keep the trait of his preference on human food

Changyoon is to keep his nagging trait

Seungjun might help you with studies (not solidify him as a nerd but there is tendency that he will)

Jaeyoung is more to the body guard type

Minkyun defo gonna make friends with stray animals (either you house ends up becoming pet shelter, you becoming a foster mom for animals or you cannot keep any because you are allergic but mental supporting Minkyun is up to you)

Yuto definitely is the quiet but alert type same goes with Minseok

My preference stereotype for them would be the cinnamon rolls that would kill

Sometimes they might go.. “ I am a known demon back in hell but why I am doing this babysitting shit?”

But then ends up enjoying stuffs human does lol

Changyoon enjoying TikTok lol, they got famous because of their contents.

Defo gonna have movie night.

It will be funny if ONFs as demons themselves, got scared at the monsters/ghosts seen in horror movies. Bonus if you actually not scared of horror movies. And they are gonna question you out of disbelief like why the hell are you not scared? How can you not even flinch a single bit?

Reason : monsters and ghosts imagined by human beings do not look the same based on their knowledge.

They sometimes show themselves to other humans but rarely. Mostly just being the unseen follower behind you.

Cues in sometimes they forgot they are invisible, and picks up something from the mart and it gave people a fright. Example, Changyoon or Minkyun passes through a nice outfit and just took the hanged outfit out to place in front of himself, only to realise what he did after looking into a mirror nearby

Hmm my thoughts, Jaeyoung and Minseok would be the ones who would always their visiblity when you are out with them.

Hyojin and Changyoon would be the ones who prefer to keep their invisibility

Copying from familiar au, should you attend college or university, people might thought some members of demon!ONF are your boyfriend.

At first when they changed pattern starts to live close to you, they could not get the concepts of moral of human being well. You will be guiding them.

Could happen that you are so pissed off by someone at work and you could not help but ranting when you are at home.

(Of course the demon!ONF on that day saw what happened but you did insist on them to not do anything)

They might go like : “ Should I kill them for you?”

You : “What?”

Random ONF member : “I can do it to make look like an accident you know.”

You : “OMG NO”

You : “You know maybe you can try to mend things when they are trying to frame me on purpose.”

Random ONF member : “Gotcha”

For the you are not competing scenario, they would be always keeping you safe from harm until you died. Should you get married, you let them participated as relatives/friends. Cues in they even help you take care of your child later on. It could be even fun if you child does not inherit bloodline but they can see ONF members

I will stop here will write another post should i have more ideas to add.

Welp of course for a third option scenario, would be you being a supporter the friendly sibling of yours. You just wanna stay safe so you acted like an advisor role for that candidate, helping them to gain power but not participating directly. Like I said its flexible

For this one I would like to write it as you are just trying to chill with your quiet life but demon hunter, angels and aggressive candidates keeping coming at you.

Also for this one I would link to the point of unfavorable and forgotten child part.

Less favourable child gets assigned with less powerful or less aggressive demons

So for this story ONF aren't high class fighter demons at all. But they do excel in magics.

In opposite, you could the one who knows how to fight maybe because you are quite rebellious in personality.

The moment you found out there 3 parties wanna kill you and innocent less aggressive candidates, you snapped.

Maybe some candidates heard of your friendly sibling name and they rushed over to seek help. End up bump into you instead.

You : what kind of dad is *your biological demon dad name*?"

Cues in Demon ONF keep calming you down because they are afraid that rumours of you belittling your demon father might make their king angry

But you have your attitude and no shit is given. Because you understand that your life your destiny is in your own hands.

You : I wanted a peaceful life alone but now I have to deal with Angels, hunters and a bunch of siblings that I never met , never knew about each other, who all wants me dead.

You : its not fair.

To end it once and for all, you suggested to the friendly sibling to find other candidates that do not have any intentions to compete for throne. Form allies with them so that later own they could get votes for the throne and the rest of the gang could get a decorative chill title while living a peaceful life

Also suggested to the sibling of yours make use of the allies to protect less aggressive candidates

It worked politically. As most of the candidates work on slaughtering others to cut secure birthright, your ideal and policy of strengthen inner then tackle threat gain more favour. Finally your sibling gets the throne.

And you and your other members of allies might get duke duchess or something

This version of story would have and need slot of mind games. Political games as well. (Will be interesting to write but there will waaaaaay too much characters to take note.)

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kirishwima · 5 years ago

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I know its late, but I hope you're feeling better If not, here's a mysme HCs sk - Elizabeth 3rd gets out and comes back pregnant :3

awe i love this! we had this happen with our dog back in cyprus, only he left the neighbours dog pregnant lmao (ngl the puppies were adorable tho)

* MC really, really didn’t mean for it to happen

* They came back home to the penthouse one day, and the moment they opened the door, a white fluff came dashing out the door at the speed of light

* MC couldn’t believe Elizabeth just ran out-she’d seen the door open a million times before but she’d never felt the need to even move from wherever she’d been laying at, neverless dash out the way she did

* They immediatly called Jumin, who was still at work, as they also dashed out the house and down the stairs, hoping to catch Elizabeth before she had a chance to leave the building; how fast could a cat even run?!

((the answer is Very. V e r y fast my gosh they’re little sonic the hedghehog hybrids when they want to be))

* Jumin of course didn’t blame MC; he was however insanely worried over Elizabeth, and left his office the moment he got the call, alerting all his security personel to drop what they were doing and scour the streets for Elly

* Lo and behold, Elizabeth was no where to be found; for hours MC and Jumin searched, looked through the whole city with no Elizabeth the 3d in sight.

* When they let the RFA know what was going on, they received an answer as to why Elizabeth had left the way she did; Yoosung told them it was currently mating season, and if unneutered cats caught a whiff of another cat they’d chase them to the end of the earths to uhm. bOink

* Jumin you multimillionaire cat-obsessed nerd, why haven’t you neutered Elizabeth?! Didn’t you know cats over 6 months old should be neutered for the sake of their health??

* Apparently, Jumin hated the thought of having to have Elly undergo such a ‘life changing procedure’-ergo, this was the result.

* They both spent the night on the couch wide-awake, wondering what they could do, how they could find her...

* ...Only they didn’t have to.

* A few minutes after midnight, a call came to Jumin’s phone from his chief of security-apparently Elizabeth the 3d was patiently waiting at the main gates of the building, waiting to be let in and back to the comfort of her beloved penthouse.

* They both wondered how come she came back so fast on her own, but the relief overwhelmed the curiosity, and they were contnet to just snuggle Elly, showering her with love (and an actual shower my god Elizabeth did you roll in mud?! Her fur turned from pearly white to an ashen gray with dust and mud!!)

* Neither of them realised anything was wrong for quite some time-not until Elizabeth’s belly started to get bigger and bigger a few months after that incident.

* Jumin insisted it must’ve been because of her food; he refused to believe it could be because his precious pure Elizabeth the 3d could’ve possibly boinked another cat, especially one Jumin hadn’t met and approved of, nope, no way she did-

* -only that’s exactly what it was ((sorry Juju)), or so the vet confirmed.

* MC was ecstatic about the news-Elizabeth would have babies! Tiny little kittens! Even the RFA group chat exploded in congratulations, even Zen begrudgingly admitted that a litter of tiny little kittens could be a cute sight from far, far away

* Jumin...had a harder time coming to terms with it. He looked to Elizabeth with a frown, like a disapproving father who refused to accept that his little girl wasn’t quite so little anymore.

* Yet the moment MC told him to imagine a tiny little version of Elizabeth, a kitty with big baby blues and silky white fur, well, he couldn’t say he hated the imagery of that.

* He was even more posessive over Elizabeth the 3d all the way through her pregnancy; he was so obsessed with making sure she received the best care she could, that he basically had a team of the worlds best vets on call 24/7.

* And when her due date came along, he refused to even go to work until he saw that both Elly and the kittens were all safe and sound.

* It took a few hours, hours during which Jumin paced back and forth, nearly making a hole in the ground from his anxious tapping as he waited outside the vet’s surgery room (he refused to let her give birth at home; what if something went wrong?! He needed her to receive the best care possible, to diminish any and all risks to her health).

* And then, there they were; Elizabeth the 3d, tired and sleepy, but with 4 little hairless kittens hiding their little heads onto their mothers’ fur.

* MC doubted they’d ever seen Jumin this happy. He petted Elizabeth, took the little kittens into his arms as he looked at them with an almost religious awe; this little things came from his Elizabeth the 3d? She’d brought these beautiful creatures into the world?

* “Of course”, he concluded, “Only a creature as beautiful as her could give life to equally majestic beings.”

* MC...couldn’t say anything to that. The kittens really were darn cute, and they loved to watch them grow day by day, seeing their fur grow, their eyes open, them taking their first steps-even they had to agree it was the most beautiful thing they’d ever seen.

* Jumin was surpried to see that there was in fact, no little kitty identical to his Elizabeth. One was a mix of black and white, the entirety of its tail a silky black along with its ears, whilst two of them were white with black spots, and the last one, the smaller of the bunch, was entirely black except for a tiny white spot at its neck.

* Even so, Jumin loved each and every one of them equally. He wouldn’t even entretain the thought of giving any of those kittens away, not even to V (and definitely not to Seven who begged and pleaded with him day after day).

* He did allow the rest of the RFA to drop by and meet the little fluffs; he even allowed each of the rest of the members to name each kitty, much to MC’s dismay;

* And that’s how the kitties ended up with the names Spot (by Zen, who genially couldn’t think of a better name), Zen Jr (by Jaehee-even though Jumin vehemently refused to call it so), Robocop the Fourth (by no one else than Seven, of course), Jinx (by Yoosung-she’s his favorite LOLOL character!), and lastly, the little black kitty V instantly bonded with, which he named Luna-a kitty as dark and majestic as the contrast of the night’s bright moon.

* Jumin eventually agreed to give Luna to V-he saw how much the two instantly bonded, and both he and MC agreed having a little soul to take care of would do V good after all the things he’d been through.

* And they were right-he loved Luna and gave her the best care possible, making her the centre of a lot of his paintings and photographs, which Seven immediatly shared online for millions of people to coo over.

* They weren’t just Elizabeth the 3d’s babies; they were now part of the big, big RFA family.

-Send me a headcanon/scenario for the Mystic Messenger characters to react to!-

#i loved this and sorta made the kitties look like what my cat and his siblings look like lmao #mystic messenger #mysme #mysme headcanons #mystic messenger headcanons #mysme prompts #msystic messenger prompts #elizabeth the 3d #jumin han #mysme V #jihyun kim #yoosung kim #mysme Zen #Jaehee Kang #Luciel Choi #mysme 707 #Saeyoung Choi #Anonymous

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Monster Match #24: Bugul Noz

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For: @voxnipop: Hi there! I'm Ariel (Voxni on Kofi). I'm female-presenting agender, and use they/them pronouns. For a brief description, I'm a software engineer and genre-fiction writer. I love learning new languages and skills in my free time. Physically, I am clearly the designated nerd in a family of badasses. Tall, pale, and soft with curly red hair and thick thick glasses. (Compared to the rest of my tattoo-ed, super-athletic family. I love them though, do their taxes for them every year lol.) Always down for a fight to defend my family or friends, but thankfully as a super-soft sweet female-bodied person in the Southern US, most people disengage quickly after that.

In a partner, I honestly want to feel valued and protected. I know my default is to take control and basically be the protector and nurturer, but I'd like someone who reciprocates that care that I give. Intelligence isn't all that important as much as sweetness, and also maybe the ability to cook? I'm living that takeout lifestyle haaaard. Physically, I have a slight preference for larger partners, but I'd be pretty excited to see whoever the match happens with! No preference on SFW vs NSFW, whatever you feel more inclined/simpler to do. Thank you, and hope you hit your goal soon!

You’ve been matched with a Bugul Noz!

In Breton beliefs, the Bugul Noz, or "Night Shepherd"), is a fae-like being who lives in the woodlands of Brittany. He is the last of his kind and is said to be incredibly ugly, which causes him distress. His appearance is so awful that even woodland animals avoid him, and he sometimes cries out to warn others nearby of his approach, so that he won't frighten them and that they’ll go home. He is called the night shepherd because it is generally not safe in forests late at night, when he is most active. The Bugul Noz is not malicious (indeed, rather kind and gentle), he is always alone because of his hideous visage.

Rather than being a spirit to be feared, he’s said to, "fulfill a beneficial office, in warning human beings, by his coming, that night is not made for lingering in the fields or on the roads, but for shutting oneself in behind closed doors and going to sleep. This shepherd of the shades would then be, take it altogether, a kind of good shepherd. It is to ensure our rest and safety, to withdraw us from excesses of toil and the snares of night, that he compels us, thoughtless sheep, to return quickly to the fold."

It was the baleful moaning that alerted you, making the hairs stand up on your neck.

When you first heard the sound, you were spooked but unsure what you could do. You only had your bag, which had a map, compass, and a cellphone that had no service. You’d gone hiking before and never had a problem, but it only took one wrong turn in the woods to lead to disaster.

You didn’t work out much, as you kind of enjoyed being squishy, but walking along hiking trails was your favorite form of exercise because you could take it in your own pace and sit to sketch if you were tired.

You’d gotten lost while hiking during your vacation in France and night had rapidly come upon you. You eventually found yourself in some sort of ravine with a sheer cliff face preventing you from leaving. You followed it until you’d become tired, finding a cave-like cliff hollow to shelter under.

It was then that a gigantic brown bear decided to come back to what you realized was its den, and panicked. It reared up on its hind legs and bellowed at you, and you shrieked in reply.

“Oh, god, please don’t let me die,” You prayed. “All I wanted was a vacation in Europe before I became a serious adult! Please let me live to see the Louvre!”

You heard the moaning again, but it wasn’t coming from the bear. The bear came down from its hind legs and looked behind itself. It stiffened, and then jumped as if startled. The moaning grew louder, and the bear grunted, shying away from whatever it was. Apparently deciding that a fight with whatever it was looking at wasn’t worth it and moved on.

After a moment of waiting for the bear to return, you cautiously stood up. It was still dark out, the stars were clear and bright, but not enough to illuminate the way out.

“Hello?” You called to the darkness. “Who’s there?”

“Est-ce que tu vas bien?” The voice called. It was deep and scratchy, like someone who had a cough.

“I’m sorry,” You said. “I don’t speak much French.”

“Parlez vous anglais?” They asked.

“Angl--English! Yes, I speak English,” You replied, relieved.

“My English… not good,” They said in a very heavy regional French accent. “Follow, s'il vous plaît. Lead you to trail.”

“I can’t see you,” You said.

“C'est pour le mieux,” They replied. “Come now. Not far.”

“How can I follow you if I can’t see you?”

They were quiet for a moment. “Sing?”

“You’ll sing?” You asked, slightly amused.

“Oui,” They said. “Ça va?”

“Okay,” You said, unsure whether or not this was a better option than the bear. “Lead the way.

The… person… began to sing in French a song you didn’t know. Their voice was coarse, but they could carry a tune, and you could follow it well enough to be able to join them for the refrain.

“Singing est très jolie,” They said during a pause in the song.

“Thanks,” You said, smiling. “I like your voice, too.”

“Merci,” They replied with a happy, sing-songy tone. “Sing alone often. Nice to have… partenaire.”

“Do you live out here?” You asked as you walked.

“Oui,” They said. “Près de.”

“Close?” You asked. “I don’t want to impose, but I’m very tired and thirsty. I ran out of water hours ago. I just want to rest for a little while and have a drink and I can manage.”

They were quiet, and for a moment you wondered if they had understood you. You opened your mouth to rephrase it more simply when they said, “Juste une minute.”

“Thank you. Uh… Merci,” You said.

You followed their humming until you reached a hut made of stones. It looked old, like centuries old. It looked like someone had been keeping it up by replacing the old crumbling stones with newer ones. There was a simple door made of sticks and vines.

“Il y a un puits sur le côté de la maison,” They said. “Water. Must draw bucket. Go in. Sit. I get.”

Inside, there was a small fire inside a stone circle on a dirt floor. There was a rudimentary chair sitting next to it, and a simply carved table next to it with a bamboo cup. At the farthest end was a straw and large leaf pallet that you assumed they used for sleeping. Maybe it was an old man who shunned modern society and made his life out of leading lost people out of the woods. That would be noble.

Well, it was much better than your worst imaginings, which were running rampant in your head at the moment.

There was a thump at the door and you heard their voice again.

“Water,” They said. “Outside. You drink. I wait.”

You opened the door slowly, and there was a bucket sitting on the ground full of water. Though you couldn’t tell in this light, it looked clean enough, and you were too thirsty to complain.

“Where are you?” You asked.

“Here,” They said, though you couldn’t see them. “Go now?”

“Why won’t you let me see you?”

“Ugly,” They said. “Scare you.”

You laughed. “That’s silly. You won’t scare me.”

“I scare toutes les choses,” They said sadly. “Best no see. Get you home.”

“If you say so,” You said. “Okay, I’m ready.”

They began to sing again, and you followed the sound of their voice until you eventually came upon a trail. You laughed in relief and rushed to it.

“Go west,” They said. You heard shuffling, as if they were moving away.

“Wait!” You called. “What’s your name?”

“Auberi,” They said. “Be safe.”

You made it back to the town where you were staying as dawn broke. There had been a search team out looking for you, and they were relieved to hear you were alive and unharmed for spending an entire night in the woods.

You insisted you were fine, but they called an ambulance anyway. At the hospital, you asked the nurse, “Have you heard about someone living out in the forest?”

“Que voulez-vous dire?” She asked. “Did you see someone else out there?”

“Not see,” You said. “Heard. There was a person out there who led me out of the woods, but they wouldn’t let me see their face. They sang a song and I followed their voice out of the woods.”

“Ah,” The nurse said with a knowing smile. “You must have met le Bugul Noz.”

“The what?”

“Night Shepherd,” She translated. “It’s a kind creature that helps keep people and animals safe, but it’s said to be so ugly that it scares everything away from it. Not even animals will go near it if they see it. It is lonely and cries because no one will be friends with it.”

“Is the Night Shepherd real?” You asked.

“It’s a fairy tale,” The nurse replied. “But who’s to say it is real or not?”

A week later, you went hiking on the same trail, with a GPS this time in case you got lost again, and went searching for the Night Shepherd. You tried to sing the song they had, but you could only remember the refrain, so you sang that over and over, hoping it would draw their ear.

After a few hours of nothing, you sat down on a large stone and sighed unhappily. Perhaps you had hallucinated the voice, but how would you have hallucinated a song you’d never heard in a language you barely knew?

“Lost again, petit oiseau?” You heard the rough voice say.

“Auberi!” You said, jumping up and looking around only too see nothing but forest. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you?”

“Moi?” They said, sounding surprised. “Pourquoi?”

“I heard a story from the nurse after I made it out of the forest,” You said. “About a creature so ugly that no one would stay with it. Is that you? The night shepherd? Le Bugul Noz?”

They sighed heavily. “Oui,” The admitted. “Je suis.”

“Is that why I heard you crying before you drove off the bear?” You asked gently. “You are lonely, aren’t you?”

They were silent.

“You saved my life,” You said earnestly. “No matter what you look like, I want to thank you for that. Please, can I see you?”

“Je ne veux pas te faire peur.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Scare you,” They said. “Don’t want.”

“You won’t,” You said. “Come out, please? I have a gift for you.”

“Not ask for gift,” They said. “Just want safe.”

“I know,” You said. “But I brought you one anyway. Please? Please let me see you.”

There was a large breath followed by a deep, heavy sigh that blew the low branches around. Then the saplings in the low brush were moved aside as the creature came out into the light.

They were hunched and crooked, with a long neck like a horse, complete with a main of tangled, coarse tan hair. They had three pairs of arms, one of which worked in tandem with their feet to propel their large body forward. They were covered in the same coarse fur as their mane, only shorter and curlier. Their face was flat and revealed a dark hole that seemed to lead to nowhere. They had no visible eyes or ears, but they seemed to hear and see just fine. There was a long tail stretched out behind them that dragged the ground as they walked. You had no way to determine their gender, so you didn’t try.

They were certainly unusual, but you didn’t think they were ugly.

“Not running?” They asked, their head turning in surprise. You had no idea where the voice was coming from, as they had no mouth, just the dark maw in the middle of their face.

“Not running,” You said. “I told you, you saved me. As far as I’m concerned, you’re as handsome as a prince.” You reached up to touch them, and they shied a little in fear, but allowed you to put your hand on their neck. You stroked their hair and scratched their skin, and there was a strange guttural purring sound from the maw.

“I’m going to be in the village for another month,” You said. “And I came to France to learn about it’s art, it’s culture, and it’s people. You’re part of that. I think I’d like to spend my month with you.”

They leaned their head against your cheek, and there was an odd hollow whistling from the maw, but it wasn’t so bad.

“Teach you all my songs,” They said. “We sing together, petit oiseau?”

“I’d love to sing with you, Auberi.” You said, laughing and snuggling against them.

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afoxysunny · 4 years ago

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Pixel as Spectra

My mind first connected him with the Peacock Miraculous because of their shared colour scheme and ended up loving the combo more and more the longer i thought about it

Pixel lived in Lazytown for as long as he can remember. Being probably the most introverted person in the friendgroup and not as excitable he still tends to feel a little removed from them though. Still he always tries his best to help out with his more or less successful inventions, giving him a bridge to connect with the others by combining the comfort he feels in the digital world and his wish to be there for his friends even when he doesn't fully understand them.

Because for most of this design i went with "he'd think this is cool so let's do this" i didn't have a ton of references this time around

With almost all of these designs I'd tweak them a little bit if only i knew what bothered me and how to do better but, man, am I thrilled with how Pixel turned out! I love him exactly as i drew him!

Design Notes:

Colours - so many of them. The only thing that I was initially not 100% sold on was the sheer amount of colours in this design but damn it really grew on me. The peacock Kwami Duusu and Pixel (puppet design) share two main colours, Dark blue and white so those were a must. But then i also had Duusu's pink that had to stay and Pixel also has light blue and orange. I feated it would be too much but peacocks are damn coloirful and beautiful so it worked out after all

Orange + green hair - and of cause i had to add another colour: green. I knew i really wanted to keep his dark skin from the tv show but god i love the green hair he has in Glanni Glæpur í Latabæ so much! I couldn't help myself. I also kept that cool crown like part his visor has on the puppet design as it, together with the mask shape resemble the natural peacock's face pattern very well

Cape/Top thing - i just googled "men cape fashion" or something like that and didn't expect too much but when i saw that pic i knew exactly that this and only this had to be included. I'm kinda obsessed with it and i want one! So Pixel gets to live this dream for me. Being an extreme introvert a cape like this to quote unquote hide and protect part of himself behind suits him so well in my opinion

The fan - the weapon for this Miraculous is a fan and Pixel is a video game nerd so naturally he's very excited about this super aesthetic weapon. As far as i remember he's left handed in the show (i think i remember him using the mouse of his computer with his left hand?) but i already put the cape and Miraculous Brooch on hif left so the fan gets fixed to his arm. Like this it doesn't really matter that his right hand isn't as proficient as the other would be and he can be dramatic and open the fan like a bird spreading his wings if he feels like it

Miraculous Brooch - the Peacock Miraculous grants the power of Emotion, symbolizing this, i put the brooch directly on his heart. Not only to be easily protected with his cape but also to show where his powers come from

Feathers - in the show Miraculous Ladybug the peacock is one of the corrupted ones and the white feathers turn dark purple when charged to use. With Pixel they gain orange strands in them to look just a little bit like they are glowing and also sunshine

Reasoning:

Duusu, while also corrupted in canon like Nooroo, seems not as bothered by that. Firstly because he appears a little dense and playful in the few times we see him but also because the user isn't doing evil because she lost her way. No, Mayura is still using the Peacock's power as intended to help another miraculous holder.

But more than that this is about Pixel. I don't remember where exactly but i read on multiple occasions that he has a form of autism. While I'm not the most knowledgeable person at this topic and I'd love someone to enlighten me more about it i did understand that this manifests strongly in each depiction of him with being very introverted and only able to understand and properly communicate with others via help from what he's most comfortable with. This is precisely why i believe the power given to him by Duusu, to sense others emotions, would be an incredibly valuable help for him. While simultaneously not getting crushed by the constant stream of feelings around him like someone as emphatically sensitive as Sportacus who must struggle a lot with getting that same power from Nooroo. Furthermore the power to give form to someone's strongest emotion matches perfectly with his usual role of building gadgets to help other!

Story:

I already slipped into this very heavily in the reasoning section so sorry if i repeat myself bit I'll try my best not to

First up, I'm absolute Trash for Pixel x Jives so that means, spoiler alert, most of what i have thought up for either of them is related to their journey from best friends to boyfriends

But i think a "lovestory" where that's the only defining feature of both characters sucks so I'll go into detail with characters a little more here

The Peacock Miraculous is meant to be used pretty defensively as him losing his strength would also mean the Amok, the powerful creatures he creates out of people's emotions, would disappear with him transforming back. Also he'd need to stay back for a good overview of the situation to make a better judgment, i definitely think he's the perfect fit for this role but besides that he wouldn't enjoy just that. If video games taught him anything then that standing back and watching others fight is not what a hero should do. His set of powers and given weapon may not lend themselves as easily to physical combat as the others but that doesn't mean he won't try. And fail. Obviously he'd beat himself up over this a lot and end up training way more on his own than the others.

You see, after Lucky Bug and Pitch Serval have a good long talk with the Guardians of the Miracle Box they get the job to pick up their friends and help them choose a Miraculous for each if and when they trust them enough to fight alongside them. After that they train as a group to master their new powers but Pixel also trains on his own as directly fighting isn't really something he's meant to do with his powers so it's not included in their training sessions. The only one who joins him, finding out kinda on accident is his best friend Jives, who gladly helps him of cause

Name:

I knew from the start off that i want to give him a name relating to colour and computer. Thankfully my sis is a lot wiser with both those topics and gave me a few options. One of them was Spectrum and, god, it just clicked with that one! Not only did i always headcanon him as bisexual, one spectrum he's on but also there is the autism spectrum and just colours in generl, three specrta for him so the name was the most obvious and best fitting i could pick

Thank you so much for your attention! I hope this was relatively understandable, my rambles can get a bit hard to follow and i was very excited to share this one so let me know if i ended up confusing you more than explaining anything. Thanks again

#Lazytown #miraculous ladybug #Lazytown au #Miraculous Lazybug #revive the lazy #pixel hyperbyte #pixel lazytown #Pixel x Jives #Mentioned #goggi mega #Duusu

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ibemandapanda · 5 years ago

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Pink Elephants Part II

(Part I can be found here )

(First line inspired by this famous post)

A Stranger Things Oneshot depicting Billy alive (not surviving) in a theory I had yet to see. Not to give anything away, but we’ll be going all the way back to Season 2 Episode 9. (Harringrove within, no smut tho, sorry 😐)

10,765 words

Summary:

Their Billy died on July 4th, 1985. This Billy has been missing for months now and has finally returned.

Excerpt:

Someone had once said that Life and Death had been in love longer than we have words to describe. Life sent gifts to Death, and Death kept them forever.

Steve never really understood death as intimately as he did until July 4th, 1985. Life did not gift Billy Hargrove to Death, he was stolen. His life was cut short and it felt like only Steve, and Max, knew that he was an innocent bystander, who tried so hard to fight against the odds, and paid a price way too high. And now Steve had to live with the fact that the last thing he ever said to Billy before they broke up on that June 27th was just how he could go fuck himself six ways to Sunday.

Robin pulled him back into the present pointing up to the night sky, “That’s Ursa Major.”

Steve hummed in supposed agreement. To be honest he was barely paying attention, head in the clouds. Had it not been for the cool spring breeze keeping him somewhat alert he might have ignored her completely. He asked, “Weren’t we just talking about Scorpio and how he stabbed Orion to death or something?” That one hit hard.

“Yea but Ursa Major is right there and you can only see her in the Spring season,” she pointed a little more aggressively.

“What’s her story?”

“There’s a few different ones but they all basically end with the Greek nymph Callisto being turned into a bear against her will for one reason or the other,” she explained.

Someone had once said that Life and Death had been in love longer than we have words to describe. Life sent gifts to Death, and Death kept them forever.

Robin pulled him back into the present pointing up to the night sky, “That’s Ursa Major.”

“Yea but Ursa Major is right there and you can only see her in the Spring season,” she pointed a little more aggressively.

“What’s her story?”

“There’s a few different ones but they all basically end with the Greek nymph Callisto being turned into a bear against her will for one reason or the other,” she explained. She turned to face him on the step of his doorstep, “Why don’t you know this? I thought you were an astrology nerd or something.”

Steve slid down to her step to emphasis the point he was about to make, “First, its astronomy. Astrology is for hippies and stay-at-home mothers. Astronomy is an actual science like that cluster in Ursa Major is the Big Dipper and that star there,” he tried his best to point from her eye line, “That super bright star, is Alioth. Second, I’m not a nerd, I have a hobby.”

She laughed in his face, “Ok, ok….,” she paused for just a beat, “Nerd.”

“Alright...” he turned back around to face the street. He checked his watch, “Where the hell are they? They said it was a code red. That’s the ‘oh shit’ color right?”

She shrugged, “I’m pretty sure it is.”

As if Dustin could hear their conversation from all the way down the block, they heard a very loud and obnoxious, of what can only be described as, screech of various pitches, “SSSTTEEEEEEEVVVEEE!!!!”

Steve buried his face in his hands, “Oh my God, why me…..”

Dustin was relentless as him and Mike pedaled their bikes like hell up the drive way, “Steve! Do you have your keys? We need to go now!”

Steve stood from the step, “That’s your code red? You jackasses need a ride somewhere?”

Mike threw his bike down next to Dustins. He meant business. “No douche! Its the compasses!”

Robin stood up next to Steve, “The what?”

“The compasses! They’re not pointing true North… again! The last that happened, a gate was open.”

Steve interjected before everybody got worked up, “Woah, woah, woah. Wait a minute. Maybe the compass is just broken.” Mentioning anything upside-down related was taboo. Especially with the heavy losses of last year.

Dustin pulled his back pack around his shoulder and all but tore the poor thing open. He dug around and extracted 6 different compasses and positioning himself accordingly. “Steve, just look. They’re all pointing in the same direction.”

Robin peered over Steve’s shoulder, “I’m guessing that's not really North?”

“No, its not,” Dustin dropped all but one compass back into the bag, “Steve, biking is gunna’ take too long. It’s already like 10pm. Can you please drive us? If we follow the compass like Lucas did last time, we might able to find the gate and if there is actually a gate, you’ll be glad we found it.”

Steve, forever hands on his hips, was stunted. “I mean-… what- ughh, I guess! But what if there is a gate and what if there’s a Demogorgan or Demo-dog thing too?”

Mike said confidently, “Then you’ll be glad we’re in a car.”

Steve caved, “Alright yea, whatever, let’s go, get in the car.”

Within a matter of seconds they piled into the BMW. Dustin sat shotgun so he could direct Steve. He obeyed the raving teenager next to him diligently and at a preferred pace so he didn't out ride the compass. This was far from what he wanted to do tonight. He wanted to be alone but Robin knew he would be extra moody tonight. It was, after all, the one year anniversary of his first kiss with him…

~*~

The air was polluted, sick, and flaking, perpetual night murderously drowning anything like hope or perseverance. But by now he was used to it, this hellscape had been his home for a while now. This was not a life to live but what other choice did he have? Give up?

No, not him. Maybe those of lesser substance but he was steel and fire and broken glass.

A monstrous roar erupted from ahead. It was a creature born of the Nether, a clear predator bred for this vile environment. He had never seen something so fucking hideous; it had no eyes that he could see, was nine feet tall, and had a face that that even a mother would want to smother. It opened like a mutated flower.

He’s been killing these things for months now. Or as long as he guesstimated, he’d lost count some time ago. They were aggressive and hard to kill. But he found that once pinned and decapitated, they were pretty harmless. They were easier to take out when they are younger and running on all fours. They’re faster but less experienced for sure. And it was just a matter of stepping on them in their larva stage. But once they evolved to bipedal, they became pretty resilient and a hell of lot stronger.

Lucky for him this place is a reflection of his old home even though he was only there for a short time. He knew where the hardware store was, or the dilapidated version of it here, and they sold bullets. And where there were bullets, there were guns. Unfortunately those guns were all but useless here. The bullet didn’t fire, they were all duds.

So the bow and arrows would have to do.

Creeping along following the monster was somewhat easy in the woods. Vines with minds of their own and diseased plant life were slicked in some kind of septic mucus. So even in the dark, crunching of wood and leaves wasn’t generally a problem. Nothing was dried out enough to force such a noise and give him away.

The creature lurched and prowled further towards a clearing and he followed closely behind studying it before he ended its miserable life. What the hell was it doing?

It stopped before a particularly thick tree and placed his claws on it. He growled in clicks and quips as if debating with itself. He shifted about from behind the scene to get a better look.

With an unholy roar the monster made its decision and started clawing the hell out of the tree.

“The fuck?”

It clawed and tore endlessly. The hunter was taken back by the sudden red glow from the tree. He knew that glow, it was same light of the portal that got him here so long ago.

The monster ripped and pried and pulled it open wider and wider. It was going to step through.

“Yea, fuck that...”

The hunter stood plugging his thumb and fore finger to his mouth. The whistle was high and pitched and he had earlier discovered was like a cryptonite for these hell beasts. It spun around angered opening its face that preceded an atrocious bloody roar.

He grabbed his bow and arrow, and with extensive practice, aimed for the back of its mouth, passed all of the rows and sharp teeth. After killing enough of these things he’s since learned the back of the mouth and opposing side of the base of its head were the softest and easiest to pierce.

The arrow cut through the air like butter making a direct hit and pinning the beast to the tree behind. The hunter made haste pulling his hatchet from the pack and making quick work to remove the head from the flailing body. He had learned from experience to strike from behind. He earned himself a cut across the face when he had first arrived here. It didn’t allow much power into the swing but two or three hacks usually did the job.

The body fell to the ground and he pulled the arrow from its unmoving mouth. The grotesque head falling with a thud to the forest floor. He wiped the blood, or what he assumed was blood, from his instruments and stowed them away again.

He finally noticed the red glowing portal closing.

“Shit! No!”

He ran like hell to it and all but dived head-first through it. He tore through the membrane of the wall with his nails and pushed the rest of the way through falling the ground.

He was breathing hard as he sat up and the portal closed completely behind him.

“What the hell? It’s still dark...” did he not leave the Netherrealm?

He took a deep breath standing tall. The air…. It was…

He felt suddenly lightheaded, stars dancing in his peripheral.

“Fuck...” he fell to the ground, losing his grip completely on consciousness.

~*~

Steve was pulled over on the side of Cornwallis Rd. The group had lost track of said gate about 20 minutes ago and were waiting for the compasses to react again. Steve sighed ready to just go home.

Dustin nudged him, “Come on, this is serious.”

“Yea so serious, maybe it was something else entirely. The gate was closed guys and it took a hell of a lot to open and close it. It can’t just pop up and out from nowhere.”

Mike countered, “Not true, the Demogorgan was able to create it own gates. You saw it Steve. Remember? In the Byers house?”

He sighed again. The little shit was right but he argued, “But there was a main gate open. The big one El had to close. That was the one Lucas followed and found when he was outside the gates of Hawkins Lab. Without a main gate, the Demogorgan cant just create its own gate.”

“It’s still worth investigating. Without Hopper or Mrs. Byers or even El, its our responsibility now,” Mike crossed his arms leaning back into his seat.

Steve scoffed under his breath, “Well aren’t you just a regular Karl von Spreti….”

Robin yelped, “Hey guys? The compasses are moving again!” her eyes glued to one in her hand.

Dustin quickly checked the two he carried, “Holy shit she’s right, Steve Go Go Go! Straight ahead!”

He didn't hesitate as he shoved his key back into the ignition and the engine turned over. He floored the gas pedal and drove.

Dustin studied the compasses, “They moved just a fraction but they definitely moved!”

Mike sat forward again studied his compass, “Its pulling west, I think were getting closer guys!”

Robin leaned up shoving Mike back, “Hey slow down, we might miss it.”

Steve did so looking about the left side of the road or what he assumed was west as everyone else was looking the same way. They were heading into ‘Farmers Row’. All the Hawkins Farmers fields were out this way.

They came to a break in the trees on the side of the road where an unused clearing of field sat untouched.

Dustin was almost in the drivers seat from pure excitement, “Woah! Stop Steve! Pull over here.”

Steve did so pulling the car over the opposite lane and into the grass a little more aggressively then he probably could’ve.

They all looked into the clearing and saw it.

About 200 ft to the edge of the clearing, where the tree line began, there was an eerie red glow, one most of the occupants were familiar with, and gaped.

Mike pulled the lock up on his door, “Holy shit, we were right Dustin! It is a gate!”

Steve immediately locked the door again with the front control buttons, “Where the hell do you think your going?”

“To investigate you butthole, open the door!”

Robin stopped the argument before it could begin, “Hey! We’ll all go together. Steve get your bat.”

Steve agreed and unlocked the doors. They all exited and he retrieved his bat from the trunk.

They stood on the edge of the field and Steve held his arm out, “Wait! I have the weapon, I go first. Stay. Behind. Me.”

Steve thought they all made the same scoffing sound of varying tones but they obeyed none the less. He led them out at a slow but even pace closer to what he could now see was really just a red line in the trunk of a tree. It looked like a lightening bolt almost zig zaging side to side with its hellish-like glow. It must have just closed.

That’s when Steve saw it. He held up his fist demanded they stop, “Are you guys seeing what I'm seeing?” There was a prone figure laying face down on the ground.

Dustin peered around him, “Is that a dude? Did he come out of the gate? Was he living in the upside down?!”

Steve grabbed his should, “Yo buddy, take a chill pill. We don’t know yet...”

Robin peered around Dustin, “He doesn’t look responsive...”

Steve started stepping forward, “Alright easy now, and quiet...”

They all but tip toed closed to the body. Steve was in poking distance and looked him over.

The first thing he noticed was that he was dirty. At least his clothes were. There was a pack strapped to his back that looked full along with a bow strung about his shoulder. The butt ends of arrows stuck out from the pack. The hood of his jacket obscured his face. “This guy looks like he’s seen some shit….”

Mike asked, “Should we turn him over? See if he still alive?”

Steve shrugged. They probably should. “Alright Dust, me and you buddy,” they walked to the same side, “You grab his leg, I’ll get his shoulder.”

They both gripped an article of clothing on the body and with little effort were able to roll the mysterious man to his back. The mans head lolled to the side and Steve immediately recognized him.

Mike was the first to break the silence, “Holy. Fuck. That’s Billy Hargrove. That’s Billy freaking Hargrove!”

Dustin’s hands were tangled in his own hair, “Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh shit, oh man. What the hell?! How the hell is he alive right now?! Is he alive? Is he breathing? Mike, check!”

“What?! Dude, no, you check!”

Robin, trying to focus elsewhere as hard as it was, grabbed onto Steve’s arm, “Steve? You ok?”

“No, no I’m not.” He turned around, her grip gone, and he was hands on knees breathing hard.

Billy Hargrove was supposed to be dead. Steve watched the enormous people-spider made of 30 some odd flayed dead bodies stab Billy through the chest like a hole puncher. He had to watch his love die slowly and painfully from the second floor mezzanine. When the Mind Flayers puppet fell to the food court floor unmoving he ran like hell down the stairs and across the court even when the rest yelled for him to wait. Max was crying into El’s shoulder and El was shaking her head ‘no’ to Steve. He remembered kneeling next to his body and crying. His friends didn’t understand why he cried for someone they thought he hated but in that moment he didn’t need to explain himself. He loved that boy and he was fucking dead. And he wasn’t able tell him he loved him one last time because Steve was jealous and was trying to teach him a lesson.

This was either some kind of cruel joke or a second chance.

Mike stood yelling, “Steve! What the hell man?! You gunna’ give us a hand or what?”

Steve spun about, “Give me a second you little puke.” He was surely getting his breathing under control and shit collectively together. Now was not the time to break down. Of course, that was always much easier said than done.

Mike rolled his eyed hard enough to fall out of their sockets. Dustin on the other hand was by his side, not entirely understanding Steve initial reaction, but there for him none the less.

“I’m not sure what’s going through your head right now,” he said to Steve, “But it’s gunna’ be ok. We’re all here together, and we’ll figure this all out together. I know he kind of kicked your ass and you guys hated each other but we gotta’ work together right now. We can’t leave him here.”

Steve stood finally daring to look at the stone-like face of a memory on the ground. Steve grunted slapping a hand for his forehead, “My God, what the hell are we going to tell Max? I forgot all about her!” He’d forgotten he wasn’t the only person who cared deeply about Billy.

Robin told him, “We’ll deal with it later, right now I think we need to get him to a hospital or something.”

Mike stopped that train of thought in its tracks, “No way, everyone thinks he’s dead and its going to be bad if this goes public. His family was given a fake body to bury.”

“Well,” Dustin said, “it was a closed casket...”

Steve, hands on hips, agreed with Mike, “No, Wheeler’s right. We can’t let anyone know about this yet. But we need to get out of here. That road is one of three into Hawkins on this side of town, its busier than you think. We don’t need anyone seeing us and calling the cops on us. Once we get back to my house, we call Nancy. She’ll know what to do.”

Dustin tugged on his jacket sleeve, “We need to radio Lucas and Max. They were together earlier and she needs to know.”

Steve agreed.

But for now they needed to lug Billy back to his car because nothing short of bomb going off three feet from his head was apparently going to wake him with all the yelling they’ve been doing. Robin and Steve each grabbed an arm and boys each grabbed a leg. They hauled him back to the car with little to no hiccups as Steve kept repeating, ”Don’t fucking drop him!” Billy was now precious cargo and he was trying not to think about feeling of his dead ex’s body beneath his hands.

They laid him gently on the grass of the side of the road as Mike said, “Alright, open the trunk.”

Steve laughed, “Excuse me? The trunk?” He here was about to open the back door of the car, like an idiot...

“Yes the trunk! What if he’s still flayed? I don’t wanna’ be stuck in the back seat with a flayed Billy Hargrove. Do even remember what he did your face not flayed?”

“Yea, I vaguely remember you little shit….”

Robin shrugged, “He’s got a point Steve. If he wakes up in the backseat with us and he’s still flayed, none of us will have a chance. Mike showed us what he did to the front gate of Scoops. He tore it open with his bare hands...”

Damn, they were both right. Steve turned to Dustin, “You wanna weigh in too?”

Without even hesitating, “I vote trunk.”

So it was decided, Billy was riding in the trunk.

He walked around the rear of the car and popped it open. With group effort they dropped him in after removing his bow and pack. The others found their previous seats as Steve closed the trunk lid but not before making a makeshift pillow with previously discarded sweaters and whispering an unheard apology.

The first mile was blessedly silent until Dustin opened his mouth. “How the hell is he alive? We all saw him bleed out on the mall floor. We all saw the Mind Flayer stab the literal life out of him.”

Robin leaned up, “We should’ve checked for scars or something. What if hes like… a copy or something?”

“A copy?” Mike asked.

“Yea, like an evil twin. If the Mind Flayer could make that giant people-beast, could it make copies of one person?”

Dustin turned around in his seat, “I don’t think so but never say never. As many times as we’ve encountered the Upside Down, we’re still severely… hilariously- lacking information about it.”

Steve disagreed, “He’s not an evil twin, that's just asinine...”

Dustin laughed, “But a giant shadow monster from another dimension who knew how to chemically alter human beings to breakdown to the molecular level to reform into a 3 story tall monster was perfectly logical right?”

Steve knew not the slap a 15 year old child... but the urge was strong. “And it looked like hell. I’m just saying what if its the real Billy. What if he did survive?”

Mike asked, “Then how did he end up in the Upside Down if the gate was closed the exact same moment the monster died?”

“How did that small one open again?” Steve retorted.

Robin interjected, “Which leads to another question… You guys said El made the first main gate. And there’s more experiments like her, right? What if another experiment opened a gate we can’t detect from here. We’re only picking up the small ones.”

Dustin asked, “Like its too far away? That’s a valid point. But if there is a big gate, we still don’t know who or what opened the little one that let out Evil Billy in the trunk.”

Steve yelled, “He’s not evil!” So what if he was biased.

“Why are you so defensive? That guy was an asshole pre-flaying! He at least a reason to be angry when he got flayed!”

Steve, finally making it back to his house with miraculously only one unconscious body in the car, parked in his driveway ignoring him. He thanked himself for not leaving the porch light on. He didn’t need his neighbors seeing him lug in a body at 12:30am.

He looked to his front step seeing a shadow of a figure. “Hey Wheeler, is that Nancy?”

Mike looked in the same direction, “How the hell did she know I was here?”

Robin laughed, “Really? How did the aspiring reporter who took the story of the rats and chemicals and busted it wide open last year find you? Really?”

Mike scoffed ignoring her and getting out. Steve told him to keep it quiet, if he knew the Wheeler siblings, he knew they got loud with each other.

“What are you doing here Nancy?”

She walked up to him with the confidence of a mother scolding her child, “I heard you and Dustin panicking in the basement and literally yelling you had to get to Steve’s house. You’re supposed to be having a sleepover at home. I’m kind of insulted you didn’t come to me at all. Seriously, what the hell Mike? What’s going on?”

Mike deflated somewhat, “Honestly? I didn’t think you needed to be anymore stressed out, it being your senior year and all. And I didn’t want you to worry if it turned out to be a false alarm. You deserved a night off.”

Steve waved from his spot leaned against his car, “Thanks man...”

Nancy waved her hand flat in the air right in Mikes face, “Nice try peon, you just didn’t want me steeling your thunder. Regardless, you should’ve come to me. We talked about this.”

Mike rolled his eyes for nth time tonight, “Ok, I’m sorry.” He absolutely did not sound sorry.

She sighed, “So did you actually find anything?”

Steve was already opening the trunk of the car, “You might wanna come over and see this.”

She was immediately put into high alert and he saw her expression change within a second. She hurried over peering into the trunk. “Oh… my God. Is that-”

“Yea,” Steve said, “We need to get him inside, like, now.”

Steve handed Nancy his house keys and instructed her to open the front door after he told her to grab Billy’s bow and pack from the backseat of the car. The remaining team shimmied and juggled the still, amazingly, sleeping Billy from the trunk and began their haul inside. Thankfully Steve’s parents would be gone for another week on business so he didn't need to worry about unwanted company or have to explain why there was a malnourished, unconscious, and filthy teenage boy on the floor.

Nancy led the way after shutting the front door behind them.

“Not the couch,” Steve told them all, “His clothes are disgusting...”

For whatever reason Nancy took this as a gesture to clear the kitchen table. Billy was getting heavy so they followed her lead and laid him out on the table like Thanksgiving dinner. Steve would have preferred the floor but beggars couldn’t be choosers right this second.

Nancy asked, “Now what?”

Dustin was already getting glasses from the cupboard and filling them with the water dispenser in the fridge door. “We wait,” he said, “Billy is going to have answers. But in the meantime, we need to radio Lucas and Max. She’s probably gone home by now.”

Mike said, “Steve, where’s you radio? It’s way too late to call their houses.”

“Upstairs in my room. Two doors down on the right. Its on top of my dresser- Don’t go peeping through my stuff Wheeler!”

A muffled ‘whatever’ drifted from around the corner.

Nancy stood next to Robin who both stood over Billy looking him up and down. Steve saw what they did. His face was dirty and gaunt, he was thin and black circles accented his eyes.

Robin spoke up, “Should we look for the scars? See if he really is the Billy from Starcourt?”

Nancy shook her head, “I don’t think we should touch him. What if he’s still flayed and we wake him like that? I don’t wanna be grabbed...”

Dustin handed the girls glasses of water, “We thought the same thing. We won’t know until he wakes up.”

Nancy tilted her head to side like a puppy listening intently. “Look at his hair.”

Steve did; it was long.

“I feel like its a lot longer than 8 months worth of growth.”

Robin agreed, “Yea and the scar across his nose. Its white and perfectly even with his skin. It’s been there for a long time. Did he always have that?”

“No,” Steve said.

Dustin asked, “You sure?”

“Yea, I’m sure.”

“How do you know?”

Steve sighed, “I- wh-... Probably because I got an up close look about a year and half ago when he head butted me in the face.”

“...Oh right...”

Mike stormed back into the kitchen, “You don’t even have batteries in this Steve! No wonder we had to call you on the phone.”

Steve countered, “I was gunna’ get around to it!”

You would’ve thought Mike just witnessed Steve kick a puppy with the disgusted look on his face. Steve just chalked up Mike’s incessant bad attitude to a rocky bout of overly hormonal puberty.

Mike found the junk drawer in the island of the kitchen and started jamming AA’s into the back of the radio. He clicked it on and dialed in the common channel.

“Lucas! Max! This Mike, this a code red! I repeat, this is a code red! Come in! Over..” He waited a few seconds before repeating the transmission and paced himself into the dining room.

Nancy grabbed everyone's attention once more. “I know its late, but we need to call Joyce. She’ll know what to do. Maybe she can contact Dr. Owens and he can help too.”

Steve nodded, “Yea, that's probably a good idea. Let’s just pray he wakes up normal.”

Robin looked at him with grief and said without saying anything at all… ‘Don’t get your hopes up...’

Mike came back in placing the radio on the island counter, “Lucas and Max are on their way. They’re both gunna’ have to sneak out though.”

Now they all stood around Billy. Steve said, “That’s going to be the least of her worries.”

He watched Billy’s face start to twitch.

Robin stood back as Dustin announced, “Oh shit guys I think this is it….” Steve didn’t budge.

They all stayed perfectly still for what seemed like forever but in reality was maybe 30 seconds. Billy had no further movement but Steve had a feeling he would be waking very soon. He seen Billy sleep more times than he can count and knew when he fell out of REM he started twitching. Steve thought himself to be a creep but Billy had thought it was amusing.

Nancy sighed “Ok false alarm… Lets just relax for a minute and collect ourselves. We’re all jumping to conclusions and freaking ourselves out-”

Mike argued, “I’m pretty sure an evil Billy is something to freak out about.”

Steve leaned back on the island, “Again with that? He’s not a copy man! The Mind Flayer probably isn’t that good at making people and it had no reason to even make a single person. Like I said in the car, look at that abomination it made before? It looked like a gelatinous pile a human remains that were just run through a wood chipper.”

Robin gagged at the memory.

Dustin leaned back against the wall, “But we can’t exclude it Steve. I’m sorry but there’s no way Billy survived. His chest was crushed. He bled out and stopped breathing. This world’s Billy died. This Billy here? We have no idea who he is or where he came from. We can’t strike it from the possibility that hes a direct creation of the Mind Flayer. And if, and I mean I big fat if, he did survive and this is Billy from July? Only extraterrestrial powers could’ve helped him do so and in turn would mean he’s flayed.”

Mike added, “And how would he have even gotten out of the mall? It was surrounded.”

Steve couldn’t argue with that because he had tried to feel for a pulse on Billy back in July and found none. His blood had stopped flowing because his heart had stopped beating. Steve the man knew he was dead but Steve the lover just didn’t want to accept it.

The doorbell rang. Steve told them, “Stay here, I’ll get it.”

Robin called to him, “Warn her first!”

“I know...”

He made his way to the front door trying to prolong the inevitable but he knew he would be best suited to break in Max. He opened it to Lucas and Max on the doorstep. He let them in and they stripped of their coats in the foyer.

Steve hung their coats for them, “Listen, Max...” her face changed to one of seriousness, “we followed a lead with the compasses and found a closed gate-”

Lucas stepped back, “Are you serious? Another gate?”

Steve held up his hands, “Listen, the gate was closed when we got there but what found is a little more... disturbing, ok? Max...”

“Why do you keep saying my name?”

“Because this is going to heavily involve you and I need to you to stay as calm as possible-”

She demanded, “What the hell is going on? What does this have to do with me specifically?”

He sighed and just decided to lead her into the kitchen, it was apparent no words could prepare for something of this magnitude. He kept his hand on her shoulder as they rounded the corner and he could almost feel her eyes land on the prone figure atop the kitchen table. She stiffened up for only a second before leaping into action and making a run towards her brother.

Both Dustin and Mike grabbed her and blocked her path before she could make it all the way.

She yelled, “Get the hell out of my way! What are you doing? Let me see him damn it!”

Dustin shushed her, “Shhhh Max! You can’t touch him right now!”

Lucas came up from behind and gently rubbed her arms as she relented slightly. The boys loosened their grips on her but her tears still fell with no regard. Lucas did his best to comfort her while not loosing his shit as well.

“Why? Whats wrong? How-”

“We don’t know yet,” Dustin said, “We also don’t know if he’s still flayed or a product of the Mind Flayer, who I guess would be flayed by default...”

Max looked defeated. She promised not to touch but wanted a closer look. She walked about the table ending on Billys left side. Steve watched her look him over. She finally said, “He’s skinny...”

Robin rubbed circles on her upper back, “We don’t know how long he’s been in there. We pretty much know nothing so far.”

Max wiped her tears away unable to look at anyone else. Unfavorably, everyone was looking at her anyway.

“...mmm….”

Dustin backed up, “Oh shit, oh shit. I think its really happening this time!”

Mike shushed him and they lined the table. Steve was at Billy’s right shoulder leaning over. Billy’s breathing changed to a more shortened and rapid pace and his hands started moving. Both hands came to his face rubbing up and down before pulling away and opening his eyes.

He gasped immediately sitting up and, for the second time in his life, headbutted Steve in the face. At least it was an accident this time.

Both boys yelled aloud, “Ow, fuck!”

Billy laid back down on the table, hand to his head and eyes squeezed shut. Steve held his nose as the throbbing became more and more intense.

Steve pulled his hand away, “Shit!” it was covered in blood.

Dustin pointed at him, “Dude, your nose is bleeding!”

“Is it?” Steve asked sarcastically, “Is it bleeding Dustin? I couldn’t tell with all this blood in my mouth...” Steve turned back to the counter swiping a dishtowel from the rack and holding to his nose.

Billy was now completely sat up and rubbing his forehead. “God damn...” he hissed. He swung his legs over the side of table as Mike and Lucas moved. Billy got up and walked over to the island leaning on his elbows, face in his hands and long brown hair curtained around. “Shit,” he whispered.

Steve noticed that his roots were dark brown and his hair lightened more towards the ends. It showed he had been in the dark for a long time now. He was much more pale now too.

The group stared, all on edge, waiting for his next move. Steve watched him too from behind his towel.

Billy pinched the bridge of his nose and finally turned back to the group. “What?!”

Mike stepped forward, “Are you flayed?”

“What?”

“Are you flayed?” he repeated with more demand. “Are you under the control of the shadow monster?”

Billy leaned back on the island, “You mean that 10 story tall abomination? How do you know about that thing? And where the hell am I? How did you people find me?”

Steve saw Robin holding Max back and it was like Billy hadn’t even noticed her yet.

Lucas spoke up, “We call it the Mind Flayer, you described it last year as a giant shadow. You said it made you do bad things.”

Billy’s brows were furrowed, “What the hell are you talking about?”

Steve through the towel in the sink. “Billy, why don’t you have a seat and we can talk.”

Billy laughed, “Yea, cause we had a great conversation the last I saw you...” He obliged anyway and sat at the head of table. Steve felt that guilt immediately resurface. Their break up was not a clean cut break and they both said some unsavory things but he wasn’t expecting Billy to lash out this soon over it and in front of every one else considering nobody else knew.

The rest of the group sat and Billy finally laid eyes on Max. He seemed to soften somewhat looking into her tear filled eyes. He asked her, “What’s wrong?”

She threw caution to the wind and jumped from her seat throwing her arms around his neck. Nancy reached out to grab her but missed. He was visibly uncomfortable but didn’t push her away. Steve thought he maybe enjoyed human contact after so long.

“God I missed you,” she cried into his shoulder, “Neil’s been a grumpy nightmare since you’ve been gone. It’s been the longest 8 months of my life...”

He patted her back awkwardly, “I’ve only been gone eight months?” He looked up like he was thinking then said, “It’s kind of cold for July isn’t it?”

Max pulled back and everyone held their breath.

“Billy,” Nancy started, “It’s March.”

As Max sat back down, never taking her eyes off of him. Billy shook his head. “There’s no way it’s only March...”

Robin asked, “Can I ask… how long do you think you’ve been in there?”

Billy looked at Robin, “I’m sorry who are you?”

“I’m Robin, we had english and biology 3rd and 4th semester.”

Billy snorted, “What the hell are you talking about?”

Dustin was next to grab his attention, “Billy, don’t you remember getting flayed and dying in Startcourt mall? Do you remember Heather Halloway? You were both lifeguards at the pool! We need to know how you survived or if your a doppelganger or something.”

Billy looked at him like he sprouted a second head. “Ok… first of all I don’t remember what your name is either. Second, I don’t know what Starcourt mall is, I don’t know who Heather Halloway is, and never in my life have I ever guarded anyone's life besides my own.”

Steve looked at him bewildered, as did everyone else.

Dustin said, “You and I met like a hundred times. You know my name is Dustin. And this is Mike and Lucas. You gave me a ride home from school before.”

“I know Sinclair, I don’t know you two. Look weird kid, in the entire week I lived in Hawkins, I met you once at the Byers place.”

Steve wondered when both Billy and Dustin were at the Byers house at the same time. And one week? Max knew though, she told him, “That was like a year and a half ago...”

Billy threw his hands out and flat on the table, “What is today’s date?”

Mike said, “March 6th, 1986.”

Billy fell back in his chair, “Oh shit...”

Nancy, ever collected, gained control of the conversation, “Ok… Billy? Tell us the last thing you remember before going into the upside down.”

“The upside down?” he asked, “You mean the Nether?”

Lucas stage whispered to Dustin, “That’s a way cooler name...” He begrudgingly agreed.

Billy took a deep breath before folding into his story. Steve guessed they would ask their questions later.

“So, I remember looking all over Hawkins for Max because she decided to jump out her bedroom window and fucking leave. I went to the Byers place, beat the shit out of Steve Harrington, got a syringe stuck in my neck, then my step-sister threatening to nails my balls to the floor with that nightmare of a bat.”

Mike leaned forward, “Yea we remember that too, how did you get into the upside down?”

“Shut you dick holster, Mike, I’m getting there! I don’t know how long I was out for but I eventually came to and I could only open my eyes. It was like the rest of me was still paralyzed. Then this...thing. Monster… fell out of the fridge-”

Steve immediately sat back and straight up looking back to Dustin who looked back at him adorned the exact same expression.

Fuck….

“This thing started walking toward me, then passed me.”

Mike asked, “Was it on all fours or two legs?”

Billy shrugged, “It was in between. I don’t know how or why it was in a fridge but I'm pretty sure the cold was incubating it. From what I’ve seen, those things mature faster the colder they are.”

Dustin practically sprang from his seat, “Just like Dart! Dart hated the heated lamp in the terrarium and grew faster when he was in that lock box I made. It was dark and cold when I kept it in my locker.”

Billy continued, “Well, it walked right passed me and started digging in the floor and suddenly the room was glowing red.”

Nancy whispered, “It opened another damn gate.”

“Yea. This motherfucker came back to me and shoved its gross… hand? On my face and it felt like… it felt like it was pulling all of the air from my lungs, it was horrible.”

Steve asked, “What did it do?”

“It turned itself into me. I was looking up at myself.”

Steve buried his face in his hands, elbows on the table. Billy wasn’t talking about their break up conversation because he wasn’t never in a relationship with Steve and Steve’s heart was crumbling all over again. He was referring to their fight in November of 1984. So this was a joke after all, not a second chance. He had a horrifying feeling of where this was going…

“Then it dragged me over to the gate and dropped me through. By the time I could move my arms and legs the portal was closed.”

Robin asked, “And you’ve been surviving there ever since?”

He shook his head yes. “The natural streams were kind of clean and canned goods were like a lottery if they were rotten or not. There was always new ones every other day or so like magic or some shit.”

Dustin was wide eyed, “Holy shit. So you’re not the copy… the Billy we knew was! So you’re not flayed either.”

“Oooh!” Robin squeaked excitedly, “Like a mimic in your Dungeons and Nerds game right?”

Dustins chin slacked as he looked at her with a deadpan expression, “Its Dungeons and Dragons and no. Mimics can only turn into furniture to hunt their prey.”

Billy laughed, “What the fuck?”

Dustin continued, “Its more like a mixed between an incubus and a doppleganger.”

Mike agreed, “Yea, it didn’t just take Billy’s physical form, it took his entire life, his mannerisms and memories and shitty personality.”

Steve looked to Billy who just shrugged, “He’s not wrong...”

Nancy was putting two and two together, “That’s why nobody noticed. It literally turned itself into Billy and was living among us. It blended right in. But how did it survive the gate closing?”

Steve finally participated removing himself from his own dangerous thoughts, “Maybe it wasn’t flayed. You know? Maybe it was apart of like a… a pack mind and not a hive mind. That’s what you guys called it right? So it followed the flayed dogs out into the world with pack mentality then was sentiate when it acted on its own.” Robin looked extremely impressed with him.

Nancy agreed, “Steve’s right, with the gate closed it couldn’t have been flayed and survived.”

Max said, “He bled red. Whenever that Billy bled, it was red. Its blood wasn’t black until it got flayed.”

Steve wondered just how many times Max had seen Billy bleed to know that.

Billy spoke up, “The questions is now, how many of these doppelgangers are still out there and how do we find them?”

No one had an answer.

Billy leaned back again, “Excellent, so now my questions… where am I?”

Steve answered, “My house.”

He nodded, “And everyone thinks I’m dead?” he turned to Max, “Does Neil think I’m dead?”

Lucas asked, “You call your dad by his first name?”

Billy scoffed, “He doesn’t deserve that title until he actually acts like a father...”

“Yes,” Max said, “He was really upset for the first few months and wouldn’t allow anyone to touch your stuff for like 3 months. But he finally gutted your room.” She pulled a gold chain and pendant from under her shirt that was strung about her neck. “I thought this was yours and I wanted to keep your memory I guess...”

Billy must have been feeling some type of way because he smiled and pulled his matching necklace out too, “We match now. I guess that thing was able to make a copy of everything I was wearing that day too.”

Nancy asked changing the subject to her agenda, “Billy, how many of the Demogorgans have you seen recently open a gate? I think we can all assume that's how you got through this time right?”

“You mean that monster? And yea, I did. This one I was following for a while. It was acting erratic… at least more than usual. It’s like it knew it could open a portal and was looking for the perfect spot but I had never seen one do that before not counting the one that put me there.”

Nancy focused on the table lost in thought, “So that means there’s a main gate somewhere.”

Mike looked around Lucas to Billy, “You said you saw the Mind Flayer, the giant shadow. When did you see it?”

Billy laughed, “Yea I saw it a couple times. I’m pretty sure it didn’t see me. I may have been too small to notice or maybe it just didn’t give a shit about me ‘cause it knew I was stuck there.”

Steve wondered if the kids were finally exhausted of their questions because he desperately wanted to get up. He had the sudden urge to tear the skin from his bones.

Thankfully Billy stood first, “Ok enough questions. I desperately need a shower. Where’s the bathroom Harrington?”

Steve got up, “This way, I’ll get you a towel.” Billy followed.

~*~

Nancy asked the remaining group, “You whats weird? We had a blackout about a week before July 4th right? And Murray said his Russian scientist friend said that’s when the key was turned on and the gate was opened.”

Mike asked, “Yea and?”

“When the gate opened, the remnants of the Mind Flayer in our world were reawakened but from what El saw, Billy didn’t crash his car at the Steelworks and get flayed until like three days later.”

Robin caught on quickly, “Why did it wait so long to flay someone, right?”

Nancy agreed, “Exactly. Cherry Oak Drive is a main road. Plenty of people drive down it. Do we really think it was a coincidence that… Monster Billy was chosen?”

Dustin continued, “No, it purposely sought out Demo-Billy. And you know what? It had time to flay a shit load more people and it didn’t. What if it only flayed Demo-People?”

Max asked, “What are you guys talking about?”

Dustin elaborated, “If one Demo-Dog wasn’t flayed, more than likely there were more. They must have known or even sensed their presence here would’ve been a problem. So they took the places of the people from here.”

Mike chimed in, “And assuming Billy wasn’t the only person copied that night in November, maybe all of these Demo-People were still connected like Steve said, like a pack mind. Flayed Demo-Billy knew who the other Demo-People were and went after them specifically.”

Nancy interjected, “Other than single families, like Heather’s, there was no real connection between those 30 people. The un-flayed Demo-Dogs from a year and half ago wouldn’t have had a pattern of people to take over either.”

Max pondered on past instances, “You know… Billy was suddenly super close to Heather back then. They even got a job at the pool together after graduation.”

Robin leaned in, “So maybe we don’t need to worry about other Demo-People because they were all flayed and molted into the monster right?”

Nancy insisted, “Yea, essentially. But its only a theory. I don't know if we can prove it though. We still need to call Joyce and Owen’s. They need to know about this.”

She got up from the table and showed herself to the drawing room where there was a telephone. Nancy knew it was either very late or very early but Joyce would want to know about this no matter the time.

Lucas asked, “I wonder if Billy was the only person in the Upside Down.”

Dustin shrugged, “I think so, he was alone when we found him and he never mentioned anyone else.”

Mike sighed, “So that means if the un-flayed Demo-Dogs copied people, those people are probably dead. And if their dead, where are the bodies?”

“Billy said it dug into the floor...” Robin said fitting the pieces together, “They probably dug graves, copied their person, then killed them and buried them.”

Dustin pointed excitedly at Robin, “Yes! And Billy said his Demo-Dog was in between walking on all four and two feet. The cold in the fridge must have mature it just enough to where it tried digging the hole for a grave and ended up opening a portal.”

Max countered, “But it didn’t kill Billy.”

“No,” Mike said, “But Billy was also paralyzed. The Demo-Dog just needed to get rid of the body.”

Lucas caught on, “So it just tossed him into the Upside Down.”

Dustin sat back down, “Yea pretty much. Once we confirm Billy was alone and he didn’t see anyone else… we can safely assume all of those people really are dead and might have been for longer than we thought...”

~*~

Billy followed Steve upstairs to the guest bathroom. He could almost feel billy’s eyes on him as they ascended the stairs.

It was becoming too much having him in the house. It was like he knew Billy like the back of his hand and also had no idea who this guy was. The Billy he knew would react a certain way to certain things. Steve had no clue if this Billy would be the same way.

His biggest problem was wanting so badly to tell Billy how sorry he was he broke things off and how how much he missed him and how bad he wanted to just kiss his stupid face. But this wasn’t his Billy. These things were building pressure and it was becoming too much. His Billy was a monster.

His Billy was a Demogorgan from another dimension.

Steve stopped half way down the hallway to the closet with the towels. His heart pounding and he was breaking out in a cold sweat.

His Billy was a monster.

The world was closing in and his face felt fuzzy. There was a buzzing in his ears and he couldn’t breath!

He bent down hands on knees and the pressure in his head was becoming quickly debilitating.

Next thing he knew Billy was in his face pulling him up, “Hey! What the hell Harrington?”

“Oh God…. Oh my God… I fucked a Demogorgan….” Steve managed to breathlessly vocalize. He was pretty sure it was words… It was any words because it was so much more than that.

“What?” Billy asked. “Dude, don’t fall apart on me now, I still don’t know where the towels are.”

“Argghhhhh…...” Steve turned to face the wall arms above his head. Was he crying?

“Steve, I was joking, it’s ok! It turned itself human, it bled red!”

Steve was barely listening, the world was becoming muffled.

Billy grabbed his arm, “Hey, come here, come on.” Steve had no choice but to follow directions. “Come on, jumping jacks, lets go.”

“What?!”

Billy yelled at him, “Now Harrington! Go!” Now Steve was performing jumping jacks following Billy’s movements timing them together. How was this supposed to help? If he couldn’t breath before…

Billy voice cut through the mania, “Keep a mantra, it bled red, ok? It bled red.”

Steve repeated him, “It bled red, it bled red, it bled red...”

“Keep going, faster,” Billy told him. He did and they were getting easier.

They jumped for another minute or two until Steve was spent. He stopped leaning against the wall. He was panting but the world expanded and he felt like he had control of his heartbeat again.

Billy finally asked, “What was that about?”

Steve whispered to himself ignoring him, “I’m ok, I’m ok, he was human and I didn’t fuck a Demogorgan...”

Billy was staring, “Dude whats-”

Steve turned around to face him, “I just need to say this… before it eats me alive, an- and it probably won’t make sense and I’m sorry but-”

“What are you talking about?”

The Billy Steve loved was a direct reflection of the one standing before him. The real Billy. There had to be some kind of faint longing in him somewhere because where else would Demo-Billy have gotten the idea to pursue Steve? But did Steve want to start over or did he just want to wipe the red from his ledger?

Steve took a nice deep breath, “Look, you and I were in a-.. a relationship… together… and we had a falling out right before you died. You were super close to your coworker Heather Halloway, who you ended up flaying, and I-… I guess I was just being a jealous bitch and we fought over it and I ended up telling you to go fuck yourself and we broke up. And then after trying to find someone else to date I tried asking out MY co-worker but that didn’t pan out….but then you died and that was the last thing I ever said to you.”

Billy had raised brows in an expression that looked confused and surprised.

“I know this means nothing to you but…. I’m sorry. I didn't mean it. I never meant it and I didn’t realize what was going on and I’m sorry and I love you…. And I’m sorry-”

“Stop,” Billy told him, “Its ok man. I’m still figuring out how I feel about that thing living my life for me while I was gone….”

“This probably wasn’t what you were thinking was it?”

“No,” he admitted, “But its not the worst either. I’m kind of stunned that thing had the balls to approach you like that.”

So he was right, Billy did actually feel something for Steve.

Steve laughed, “It was slow. The apology for beating my ass was a nice ice breaker.”

Billy smiled, “…. well…. I’m sorry. But you gotta admit… it was a little creepy that my 13 year old sister was alone in a house with four boys, one of whom was 18 years old.”

“Yea, sorry about that. We were actually waiting for El to close the gate then ended up using your car to drive out to the field with the entrance to the tunnels- Never mind, its a loooong story.

Billy was no longer amused, “I’m sorry, who’s car?”

Steve turned around, “Let me get that towel for you...”

~*~

After setting Billy up in the shower Steve headed back downstairs. He walked passed two out of four kids camped out on the couches in the living room. Well, not really kids anymore. He assumed the other two were in the den.

It was only Nancy and Robin in the kitchen.

Robin asked him, “You ok? You were gone for a while.”

Steve sat across from them, “Yea… yea I’m fine.” he was tired but he actually did feel a little better.

Nancy’s hands were folded on the table, “I just got off the phone with Joyce. She said she’ll call Owens and they’ll be on their way here as soon as possible. She thinks the best case scenario will be to set Billy up in a new location with a new identity, kind of like witness protection.”

Steve asked, “So basically he can’t go back home?”

She nodded.

Robin had apparently already heard all of this, “It’s for the best. I mean, maybe Owens might be able to let his family know and have them all sign NDA’s but… its up to Billy too. Hopefully he sees logically and agrees.”

Steve shrugged, “It could go either way. If he’s anything like the other Billy, he may just opt for the new identity. He wasn’t a fan of his father.”

Nancy eyed him suspiciously, “How do you know that?”

Steve hadn’t even realized what he was saying but recovered quickly, “Oh uh.. Max mentioned it… a long time ago.”

“Uh huh..” Awesome, she wasn’t convinced.

Nancy didn’t dwell on it though, “I think we should all get some sleep. I’ll wake everyone to be out of here by 6am so we can all sneak home. Can Billy stay here Steve?” He nodded yes, “Good. Once we get home we’ll wait for Joyce. She’ll be calling me tomorrow with her flight plan and I’ll pick them all up at the airport and we can go from there.”

Robin asked, “And what about the Demo-People?”

Nancy looked into the palms of her hands like they held some kind of half baked answer for her. “I don’t know, I kind of hope their all dead as horrible as that sounds...”

“It’s beyond our resources,” Steve told them, “This is unfortunately on Owens and the DOE now.”

Robin stood, “I’m gunna’ go to bed. Nanc, you’ll probably be gone by time I get up so I’ll catch you later,” Nancy smiled and waved wishing her a good night, “And Steve? I would probably make him a sandwich or something. All he had were canned goods in his bag.”

“You went through his stuff?” Steve asked.

“No, your nerds did dingus, you think I would riffle through someone personal stuff?”

“No but I can see you didn’t stop them.”

She winked and left them at that. He turned back to Nancy, “The house is pretty packed, you can take the guest room all the down hall upstairs.”

“Where will you sleep?”

“Ehh, I’ll just pull an old sleeping bag and floor it for tonight.”

She didn't look convinced, “Are you sure?”

They both rose from the table, “Positive.”

She smiled, “Thanks Steve.” She walked out and up the stairs. He thought about maybe crashing in his parents room but immediately felt like he was covered in spiders thinking about sleeping in their bed.

Steve decided to throw together a turkey and cheese sandwich for Billy before heading upstairs. He remembered this not being his favorite but it was definitely quick and tolerable. He plated it and grabbed a can of Coke. Thankfully New Coke had not stuck around, to the dismay of Lucas, because if he wanted diluted Coke he would just leave an open bottle on the counter for a few days.

He opened his bedroom door to Billy sifting through his dresser drawers now clean, hair still damp. Some areas of skin was red with scrubbing.

“Hope you don’t mind if I borrow some clothes, mine are kind of grody...”

“Sure,” Steve told him, “That’s fine. Hope you don’t mind me sleeping on the floor in here.” Steve walked passed and placed the sandwich and soda on the desk.

He heard from behind, “I’m sleeping in here?”

“Yea,” Steve turned around and Billy had forgone a shirt and was already in a pair of gray sweatpants that were surprising baggy on him but still left little to the imagination. Just like he remembered.

Steve shook the thought from his head getting himself a pair of sleep pants as well. “You can take the bed, I’m sure you missed one of those.” Steve decided changing in front of him wasn’t a big deal, he’d keep his underwear on.

Billy sat on said bed, “Ehh, I had my bed in the Nether but it was kind of gross. I only really slept in two or three hour bursts.”

Steve motioned to the sandwich, “Aren’t you hungry?”

He shrugged but retrieved it anyway, “I’m used to going a while with nothing.” Steve watched him bite into the sandwich then began digging through his closet for the sleeping bag.

“You know,” Billy started with a mouth full of food then swallowed, “You can just sleep in the bed.”

Steve turned around, “No, its fine really, you take the bed.”

He tilted his head like Steve had said something adorable, “I meant with me.”

“Oh… really? I mean- you sure?”

Billy finished the sandwich, “Yea, I’m sure.” he opened the Coke and took a sip. He lowered it and paused.

Steve thought he might be having a stroke, “Uhhh… Bil-”

“Holy shit, dude! This is best can of Coke I’ve ever had,” he laughed like a maniac and drank more. Steve laughed at him because hearing that made his heart sing.

Billy drained the can and burped like the disgusting Adonis he was then laid back on the pillow. Steve finished throwing shit back into the closet, turned out the light, and laid down next to him after pulling the covers over them

They were silent for about five glorious minutes until Billy’s deep voice cut into the night, “Did I love you?” Steve felt chills up his spine.

Steve breathed in deep, “You said you did.”

“Does it hurt to look at me?”

“What?” Steve questioned.

“I always imagined what it would be like if I ever saw my mom again and… it would hurt and I don’t think I would want to be around her. So does it hurt to look at me?”

Steve stared into the dark nothingness of his ceiling, “I don’t think so, you didn’t hurt me. I’m happy your here but sad that I can’t…. I don’t know...” He wavered.

Steve suddenly felt Billy’s fingers lace between his own and he felt his face getting hot and an intense pressure behind his nose. Tears edged in his eyes. Steve asked him, “Why are you asking me all of this?”

He felt Billy shift closer, “Because I want to be with you, if you’ll have me. When I first saw you I thought the world of you. I’d dream about you like you’d hung the moon just for me. But… Just thinking about my Dad and what he would do if he knew that I was thinking this shit… I tried pushing you away...”

“Why the changed of heart?”

“Because my father thinks I’m dead and I plan on keeping it that way so I can live my life the way I want. And hearing that Demo-Douche who took my place was balls-ey enough to bag you? Well, this is my chance and I don’t wanna lose it. I know from experience how fast life and chances can be taken from you.”

Steve was full on crying now. Tears rolled down his face but he made sure to keep his breathing and sniffles under control to remain undetected. He did want more than to relive his guilt, he wanted to start over.

Billy wanted him.

And by God did he want him too.

Billy asked him, “Do you want to start over? I can be better.”

Steve finally turned to him and whispered hoarsely, “Yes.” This was a second chance after all.

Apparently Billy now had excellent night vision, which Steve should’ve figured, because he began wiping the tears from his cheeks for him with precision. He then let go of his hand and leaned up on his elbow looking down at Steve.

They knew even without seeing each others expressions. It was the vibe and how they both felt connected enough to feel it roll off the other to understand. Billy leaned down kissing him gently and Steve couldn’t have asked for more.

Steve didn’t mind starting over; he already loved Billy.

He pulled away and laid back down. They both turned on their sides to face each other.

Steve could almost feel him smile as he asked, “Can you tell me everything that’s happened since I’ve been gone? Like what that thing did with my life and who this El chick is and who had the stones to jack my car.”

Steve laughed, “Right now?”

“I guess not, maybe in the morning. But I have to know, what did they do with my car?”

“Uhhhhh…..-”

#stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #harringrove #billy harogrove #steve harrington #robin buckely #dustin henderson #miker wheeler #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #nancy wheeler #mentions of joyce el and murray #billy is alive #a theory you probably havent seen before #ill be reblogging this as i dont write that often #enjoy!!!!!#TW: depiction of a panic attack

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