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ghostreader16 · 1 year ago

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ohgods thank uu T_T @sobashahzadi

ive only joined this year too and i was rlly confused on what to do here, but yall are so nicee and i met my friends here !! (both irl and new oness) I also saw people who inspired me to keep doing what im doing and some new stufff

(the both bothered me a bit and someone tried to sell me drugs but it was funny)

@b4ll4d33r-06 (grandpaaa! ur art is very cool and i like hearing u ramble about stuff both here and irl, also thanks for being supportive of the stuff i do) @korilakkumma (meww = I love u, also the cute food) @shiresmthn (one of the coooolest and mooost creative people i know, great art and even greater person) @pseudonimations (you're account is probably dead but i love ya, buddy), @norringtonloverandappreciator (my favorite rat and spam liker, according to tumblr, you're my no.1 fan and u know what, thanks for making me wake up to a hundred notifications, but what the fudge (affectionate)), @httpsmoonberry (u probably wont see this post unless i remind u of tumblr again, but thank u for everything)

@honeycrashed (u liked my post once and helped me try to force grandpa to sleep and booooooom we're here! To a 2024 as friends!!)

@meowmeowmrowmrowm (im so sorry for being awkward and a bit too weird sometimes, u were the first person who ever messaged me who i didnt know irl :') I hope ur doing alright) @gonjie (i think i spam liked u or i liked ur bsd post, u seem rlly cool, i hope u have a happy new year and more new years to comee) @muntsthefreshkid (FELLOW ENSTARS PLAYERR, Im Nate16 btw, thanks for the gifts!!), @johannepetereric (glad u enjoy my posts!! wishing more new years to come and may this one be good to u), @k-oliveros (one day i saw i have like a lot of notifs from tumblr again and thought "it's the norrington lover again" but twas u! i was rlly surprised. ur art is rlly cool, like u :D , btw, i like the colors. i hope ur job isnt trying to break ur back and hands too much, happy new year!!). @garbage--account (u my friend, have been a wonderful experience. thanks for introducing me to the ina11 community here! u led me to meet other ppl who are just as obsessed as i am with the show, you're rlly fun!! another year of sakka-ing for us hehe (ill see myself out)), @saryuuchan (we're moots??? u are sooo cool tbh, happy new year and many more to come!!), @hessadvv (another one ive met in the ina11 community, ur funny and cool, i hope for a good year and many more to come!!) @two-aliens-in-a-suit (yooo, u seem rlly cool, i hope this year and the next years will be kind!), @juudaimes-true-form (u recently started following me so welcome to the shebang!! i hope u have fun here! AND A FELLOW POSTKNIGHT 2 PLAYER??? i have so much to u, have a good year and more good years !!), @gxlexii (thank uuu for liking my writing T_T, one of ur comments legit made my day, since i was just rambling and u called it beautiful and i just sjsjsjsj, hehe im a bit of a mess :'), i hope u have a fun this year and every year!!), @randomnumber20 (we're not moots, but u are rlly fun and funny, happy new years!!)

@ellierenae (one of the first i followed here. and i never expected for u to follow me back tbh T_T. i was in disbelief the whole time, it was like getting followed back by a celebrity cause you're rlly cool and i admire ur works, happy new year!! may u be blessed with motivation and inspiration!!), @deanwax (a fellow writer, i like ur works a lot!! may this year bless u and i hope life gets kinder!) @athensoddcollections (almost same thing with ellie, but i didnt know u at first then u followed me and holy cow, u are rlly cool. im following some of ur works, and u inspire me to arrange my own a little bit and make moodboards, they seem rlly fun :D. i hope this year blesses u with inspiration and motivation too!!), @africanmorning (one of the ones who inspire me most here, what u said about looking forward to my works rlly boosted my motivation meters, i look forward to ur works too ! I hope we both keep doing what we love and make the best of it, happy new years to come!!), @bimyself06 (u come by every now and then, but it was nice to meet u, fellow writer! may we be abundant in motivation and inspiration this year and more years next!!)

lastly, @sobashahzadi, (yeah you're part of this, u are rlly funny, i hope we interact more this year, and read slower next time T_T, thanks for the tag!)

I hope we see/ interact with each other more this year !! and for more to come, cheers!

2023 is coming to an end so this is my annual I love my online friends so fucking much you wouldn't believe me if I told you post.

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jonesy-and-max · 2 years ago

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part 10: Snap-Mart

“Soup is Good Food,” by Dead Kennedys blared from the rickety van as Max parked in front of Snap-Mart. The purple, yellow, and pink sign read SNAP-MART in bold, italicized letters, a snapping hand with three sharp, little lightning bolts zapped from the pointer and thumb in illuminated neon. White fluorescent light poured from the gallery windows, its flow blocked only by various advertisements for various sales, deals, their famous Mighty Guzzler frozen drinks (Don’t forget your First Wives Club Collector’s Cup!), and three fliers for “Italian Wedding @ the Silver Mine! Saturday - Doors Open 7p!” that made Jonesy’s skin crawl. Though the sun had increasingly dipped under the horizon, Snap-Mart’s parking lot remained well-lit.

Max once more checked the clock on his dash. It was now five-twenty five, and they were starting to become uncomfortably behind schedule. Jonesy cleaned out and reassembled her inhaler and followed behind Gina who had already headed into the convenience store.

Bing-Bong

The door chimed for each member of the trio, alerting the clerk at the counter to the new customers.

“Yooo!” The familiar shy baritone of Jonesy and Max’s D&D comrade-in-arms, Azrael greeted them with delight. The fifteen year old goth was just as tall as Jonesy, but always stood with a self-conscious stoop in his posture. His straight black hair had gotten very long lately, now reaching down to his painted black fingernails. His silver rings clinked as he waved to his older friends, but especially towards Jonesy.

“What up, Azrael.” Jonesy gave the boy a salute and made a quick turn towards the nacho bar while Max made a beeline to his pale pal. Azrael’s crush on her made her uncomfortable, he was a genuinely kind-hearted kid, he liked poetry and despite his obsession with death and decay, he wrote flowery poems about nature and romance. His mom and dad were Chinese immigrants, and were always warmly welcoming to her and Max when they would go over to his place to game. All of this only served to tie her stomach up in guilty knots whenever she saw him. Best to just avoid contact as much as possible until he moved on to another object of his affections.

Azrael’s eyes followed Jonesy for a few seconds with pained longing before pulling them to meet Max.

“Dude! Opening day!!” Max drummed on the countertop. “After the weird as fuck day I’m having, it’s all gonna be worth it when my ass hits that seat and the lights go down.”

“So jealous, dude. I don’t get out til nine tonight. Sucks.” Azrael tried to find Jonesy again, but could only make out the top of her head.

“Bogus, dude.” Max started cramming bags of Reese's Pieces, gummi bears, and various candy bars into his jacket while Azrael’s attention was noticeably elsewhere.

“How’s Jonesy doing?” Azrael asked.

“Uh. Fine. We had a run-in with the dynamic dildos earlier, Farley & Greg, and they kind of got in her head, but I think she’s finally comin’ out the other side.”

Azrael’s attention finally came back to Max, “Shit. Should I try to scrape those fliers off the window? I told them not to put those there, but they just ignored me.”

“Don’t sweat it. We have more important things to discuss! Before I tell you my story, though, dude, what happened with the fuckin’ seance?? Did you see anything??”

Azrael smiled, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a polaroid. He handed it to Max, “You tell me.” He said.

In the inky night of the cemetery, illuminated by two candles set atop respective gravestones there could be seen, what some might interpret, as the ghostly image of a hand. Its long, boney fingers, reaching out of the darkness.

“Holy shit, Az. Is that…”

“Mr. Crooked Bones. My summoning worked. Or at least partially. I’m still alive, so…” He gave a small shrug.

“Shyeah, for now. Shit, dude!”

“I didn’t have the rest of the enchantments I needed to give him corporeal form. Plus I’m still cleaning that cat’s jawbone I got from that roadkill. If I’m gonna really summon Mr. Crooked Bones, I need a talisman to protect me. Last night was really just a test.”

“Well, don’t finish it without me n’ Jonesy.”

“Oh, totally, dude.”

The two of them fist bumped, making an exploding noise on impact.

“Mutually assured destruction!” They said in unison.

“So, what happened to you today?” Azrael circled back.

“You are not going to believe this!” Max leaned in closer. “So you remember the story of Futureland Arcade…”

Gina lazily perused the drinks, opening the case and pulling out a can of soda, shaking it up, and putting it back. Through the fogging glass of the door she found herself staring at Max as he chatted with the goth kid that worked behind the counter. He’s so gross. God, why does my sister hang out with that loser? I wonder if they’re fucking or something. Gina furrowed her brow and wrinkled her nose, laughing to herself, Ha-ha, shyah, as if. She rolled her eyes and wiped the fog so she could continue her observations. He’s kinda funny, though. That would’ve been funny if like, when she had come out of the back and, like, me and Max were like…we were kissing or whatever. Ugh. So fucking gross. Gina looked at her shoes, chuckled and looked back at Max. My sister would lose her mind if I kissed him. That’d be so gross. If we kissed. She took out another can of soda, shook it up until it was tight with agitated carbonation and put it back. Why did he invite me to the movie? Why would he want me to come with them? She looked around, making sure no one was looking at her, and continued watching Max through the foggy glass. What the fuck is happening here? Her thoughts seemed concerned. He smells like a wet dog.

Jonesy stared at the nacho bar in awe. The fresh nachos were housed in a deep basin, underneath a roof of warming lights, next to a variety of fixins such as chopped jalapenos, black olives, diced onions, black beans, salsa, and ground beef. A faint sizzling could be heard in harmony with the hum of the lights. It gave Jonesy a sense of calm and understanding she would never be able to express in mere words. She touched the goosebumps on her arms and leaned forward to feel the warmth against her face. She closed her eyes and smiled, opening them again slowly, they moved to the right to see the keg of liquid cheese.

“Well, hello there you.” She winked at the keg, biting her lip and putting a flirty finger on its pump. “My daddy warned me about girls like you.”

She snatched up a basket, loaded it with hot nachos and pumped glob after glob of neon golden cheese onto them until they swam amongst the gooey goodness like a frenzy of sharks, their dorsal fins only just breaching the surface. She munched and crunched, sucking the cheese of her fingers as she went back in for more. Every so often checking for any unwanted observers like a watchful meerkat in the African plains. Loading her basket back up and beginning the feast anew.

“It’s not fair that you can’t just eat this cheese. Like, just fill up a cup and eat with a spoon. Because of “SOCIETY.” She said to herself, complete with cheese stained finger quotes. She ruminated for a minute before her eyes wandered over to the self service soda fountain. There were cups there. Empty cups. Cups for filling. You would be a trailblazer. Who’s gonna stop you?? Azrael?? As if!! AZ if! She giggled to herself. She chuckled and giggled and snorted as she pulled a large cup and rushed back to the nacho bar.

“Yo. That’s absolutely, fuckin’ insane!” Azrael was in awe listening to Max’s tale of the Futureland Queen Rat. “Dude! We have to go back there.”

“You read my mind, sir. This time though, I’ll be prepared.” Max mimicked pulling out a couple of swords from behind his back.

“We’ll take back the arcade! For Lake’s End! For mankind!”

“For us,” Max added, “For fame and fortune!”

The two fist bumped again.

“You know,” Azrael thought aloud, “The way everything collapsed and remained completely intact…I wonder if it has anything to do with the -”

“Oh! With the heavy -”

Max and Azrael tripped over each other’s words, both trying to get to the point at the same time.

“UFO presence!” They said in unison.

The two of them had bonded significantly over their love of the paranormal and the unexplained. They had fantasized about becoming full time supernatural investigators more than once.

“The area over the strip mall has been a hotbed of UFO activity since, like, the sixties.” Max continued.

“I wonder if they’d been excavating some kind of base underneath the arcade.” Azrael posited.

“It makes sense…”

Jonesy placed her basket of cheese (that happened to have nachos in it) down on the counter, “You guys aren’t talking about the Lake’s End Dracula again are you? I keep telling you guys, it’s just an old mannequin in a field.” She rolled her eyes and dunked a hot dog into a large cup of nacho cheese.

“Uh, how much of that cheese have you eaten?” Azrael asked.

“A lady never tells and a gentleman never asks!” Jonesy dunked her dog back into her cheese cup. She took a bite and rolled her eyes back in ecstasy, “Fuuuuck yesss, dude.”

Gina joined them at the counter, placing a bubblegum flavored Mighty Guzzler next to her sister’s nachos.

“This was the important thing you had to get at the store?” Jonesy raised an eyebrow.

Gina just shrugged dismissively, “Can we go now?”

“Shit! What time is it?” Max suddenly realized how long they’d been dicking around Snap-Mart.

Azrael checked his watch, “Five-forty-two.”

“Shit! Ok, yeah, we gotta go, come on everyone, back in the van, giddyup!” Everyone threw some cash on the counter as Max began hustling them towards the exit, “Game tomorrow, Az?”

“Oh, definitely.” Azrael smiled.

Gina was first at the door, already pushing it open as she turned from Max’s face to look straight ahead. Through the glass she could see two figures in the parking lot. As it became clear to her who those figures were, a sinking feeling dropped in her stomach. She stopped short, Max and her sister crashed into her and the three of them walked into the door, Gina’s face mashed against the glass, leaving a clear outline of oil, foundation, and lip gloss.

“Gina!” Jonesy yelped, “The shit, dude?”

Gina pushed them back and searched for an escape route in her mind. She had avoided telling them the real reason she was tagging along and was desperate not to reveal herself. She looked over her shoulder and could see the figures were headed directly for the store.

“Are you okay?” Max asked.

“Fine!” Gina blurted out. “Fine! Okay. Like, okay. Right now, Jennifer C. and Jennifer K. are in the parking lot. They’re headed this way.”

“So? Aren’t those dicks your friends?” Jonesy crossed her arms.

“Yeah. But, like, also no. Okay. I’m going to level with you guys. I kinda thought if I just hung around you guys, I’d be able to avoid them. They don’t exactly hang in the same circles as you two.”

“Not sure what that means, but continue.” Jonesy raised an eyebrow.

“Are they looking for you?” Max was excited about the potential for drama, “Are they gonna kick your ass?”

“Is that how you got the bruise??” Jonesy’s face became almost motherly in her concern. Angry, disappointed, but concerned for her sister’s well-being.

Gina avoided eye contact, “Yeah. Jeinnfer C. shoved my head into my locker when I wasn't looking.” She was embarrassed that she let Jennifer C. get such a cheap shot in.

“Oh, she’s fucking dead.” Jonesy cracked her knuckles.

Max put a hand on Jonesy’s shoulder, “Wait a second. So why exactly do they wanna kick your ass?” Max knew there was a little more to this story than what Gina was letting on.

Gina rolled her eyes and let out a huff, “Jennifer C. thinks I blew her boyfriend.”

“Does she think that…because you did?” Jonesy asked.

Gina shoved Jonesy, “No, skidmark! I blew her ex-boyfriend. She has a new boyfriend. Who I did not blow!”

Max thought for a moment, “So, who gives a shit?”

Gina shrugged, with some attitude, and hugged herself. She crouched down in a fetal position and groaned. Jonesy kneeled next to her and put her hand on her back.

“Hey, like, are they really gonna beat you up or whatever? Cause, I won’t let that happen.”

“Yeah, dude, me either.” Max added.

“It’s not a big deal. I’ll deal with it by myself…I always do.” Gina said, her face buried in her arms.

Jonesy’s heart broke for her sister. A life, a world, she was not aware of laid bare in those few words. The hurt, loneliness, and shame, it hit her like an arrow through the chest. The anger inside Jonesy began to bubble to the surface. She stood back up and tapped Max on the chest with the back of her hand.

“Hey, Max?”

“Yeah, Jonesy?”

“I think we should have a little talk with Jennifer C.”

Max smiled with anarchic glee, revealing his fang.

#opening day #story #oc #original story #ao3 #writing #original characters #videocreator #clerks #90s #nostalgia #ao3 writer #punk #dead kennedys

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thefreakhouseband · 2 years ago

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Welcome to the Freak House!

About Us

Audrey Arson

I'm the oldest of the band. I'm a bit of a self-proclaimed older sister to the others and I feel super protective of them. When I'm not making music with the band you can usually find me working on my comic or some other artistic pursuit. I'm a chronically exhausted college student. You can tell what songs I wrote by them having a more jazzy or melancholy tone to them or just being bat-shit off the walls insane. Some of my inspirations are MCR, Scene Queen, , Set It Off, and Demi Lovato (for some reason).

-Your resident garbage girl

Butchface

I’m that guy with the neon green hair in the blog’s pfp lol. pronouns are he/him, xe/xem/xyr, and it/its. I take a lot of influence from older punk rock and, surprisingly, country and folk music. my favorite bands are My Chemical Romance, Oingo Boingo, They Might Be Giants, The Cure, Talking Heads, Bikini Kill, Shilpa Ray, Black Sabbath, Rainbow, Iron Maiden, The Magnetic Fields, The Daniel Pemberton TV Orchestra, Lemon Demon, Man or Astro-Man, Radiohead (not in a pretentious way, I swear), Will Wood, Creedence Clearwater Revival… oh boy, there’s a lot. I like music! I tend to disappear at unpredictable intervals due to chronic pain/fatigue and parental restrictions, but I always come back. I like writing songs about things I’m passionate about, which is often personal, sometimes political, and every now and then a ballad about freaky-looking deep sea creatures. or weevils. I keep my dad’s old stenobook by my bedside to write lyrics in - he wrote lyrics for the Panama City punk bands he was in in 1990-ish in there, and I figured I could put it to good use again after all these years. he’s cool with it. see you around, and stay safe out there 🪲

Harley Homicide

I'm sassy, I'm trashy and (if you pay me enough) I'll let you put it in my ass-y. I'm the band's second oldest and the token British person. I use any pronouns, I literally don't care what you call me xx. My music taste is all over the place, having been raised by a metalhead and a former chav during a time where pop punk and emo were more mainstream. I'd say my biggest inspirations in terms of performing are Freddie Mercury and Ronnie James Dio. You'll be able to tell which songs are written by me because they're shit! I'm not much good at writing, but I'm great at partying like I'm Paris Hilton. When I'm not doing band stuff, you can find me shopping, watching/reading/playing anything DC comics related or just sorta... Staring into space. I don't do much, but I'm still your fave member fer sure! Thanks for visiting The Freakhouse! We hope you enjoy your stay!

Xoxo Harlz <3

Dart Darling

Hi I'm Dart, I'm genderfluid (any pronouns), and I'm from under the ground at your local graveyard! I'm one of the youngest, and that's super tragic because I'm an undead zombie who died from being too damn glamorous. My idol is Melissa Marie and i love the Millionaires. Also, my ghostly tendencies give me a lot of appreciation for the dramatic, and as well as all things scene and crunkcore I love theatre, cabaret, and steampunk. I've been producing music for about a year now so if the synths crunching, just know it was me, tapping away and not understanding what the equalizer does. I'm bringing you Dead Girl Couture 25/8, 366. Don't mind all the Sanrio merch around the Freakhouse, I started a cult for Hello Kitty! I mean church. You should definitely join us 😁

Til death do we party,

-Dart <3

GRACIEEEE

YOOO WASSUP!!! X3 My namez GRACE! (if you dont know me, pls call me Grace, not Gracie)

I'm gendersylphen (he/they/neos) and I'm a super cool alien with adhd from OUTER SPACEEEE! My fav colors are all of them except brown, my special interests are space and doraemon, and I LOVE SCENE SM! Crunkcore 4 LYFEEE! I wanna be an astronaut when I grow up! Also I'm the youngest here 💀💀💀💀💀 (btw im a minor so plz don't be a weirdo, tyyyy)

I'm mostly new to music and I'm SUPER excited!!! X) Ik this is gonna be rllyrlly fun!!! For me, my music stuff is gonna be super bouncy, upbeat, happy, optimistic, full of rhymes, so tht's when yk smth's by me! My fav bands/artists are Amy Can Flyy, Green Day, Nikasaur, 4*Town (4townie 4 eva!!! Aaron T is best boy) and a LOT of other stuff.

When I'm not with tha band, you can find me playing with my sibs (including my dog), doing stuff with my homiez, reading/watching Doraemon or abt space, or doing idk whatever bc I do alot. XP

So ye! Thts a bit abt me! Tysm for reading abt us, may God bless u, follow ur dreams, and have a super duper fun day! 😄

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fictiophillia · 3 years ago

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Can I request Mammon with INFJ reader pleasee? Thank you<3

a/n: this is slowly turning into a series 👁️

Mammon x INFJ reader

warnings: you didn't mention if you wanted me to take off the smut part so I'll be writing it too.

gender: neutral

K before anything, MC is already INFJ, they don't really give much options to our personality through speaks and I hate that I can't relate to the game "me", but because of that, by just playing the game you can get an idea of what you two could kinda be, if relatable enough.

^more rambles in the tags

He loves your sweet calm way

You're cunning, if you look at him while doing something that requires intelligence you can see him looking at you with not-literally-but-almost heart eyes.

It's either heart or sparkles.

You're not as smart as Satan but you're definitely not dumb.

And we all know he smart but kinda himbo so

Yeah he'll definitely admire your effort in understanding something, your patience, your way of reasoning in general.

You make him more humble and vulnerable, you become a person he can trust to vent to and rely on.

He has come multiple times to you before, ranting about his brothers and venting his feelings, problems, worries, fears and insecurities.

You understand him enough he can't help but feel comfortable with you.

You're very patient with him, and he may not show it, but he's very grateful for that.

You run away from conflict.

He chases you with conflict.

He also makes you more confident about yourself and your decisions.

He helps you live in the moment.

You two make a lot of inside jokes about embarrassing moments between both.

You two show each other the world in different ways.

You two bond about conspiracy theories.

Then you start questioning every single thing in the world though.

He's just sanding there, the man was too stunned to speak 👁️👄👁️

"Yooo human chill out will ya?!"

Overall he just loves you as hell

:D han han hell bc he's a demon- 😀 (shitty pun 💀⚰️)

You saw Lucifer furious pacing back and front, as you were going to ask what happened you saw the living room almost completely destroyed, you saw Solomon, Mammon and Thirteen in the corner and headed to them.

"What happened-"

"In my defense, I was left unsupervised."

"But you were with Mammon and Solomon-"

"In our defense, we, were left unsupervised."

Welcome to the club of:

"He loves your sweet side but when you fuck him roughly with a serious face though-"

He also loves that you worry about him

Not just the "are you feeling good" I've mentioned in previous posts but also the

Safeword

Tell me if it's too much

Praise praise praise

Being gentle

Are you comfortable with

Like stopppp (not really) he'll cryy (of happiness)

Forget the being rough, go slow, go gentle, kiss him, hug him.

Or even just hold his hands, each one near his head, fingers intertwined, while you two are at it

You're probably one of the bests if not the best mbti at aftercare for him.

It's because you're so caring and gentleeee 😩

Sometimes he likes to give you a break though, and with that I mean that man will ride you

He'll line himself up on you, go down and take it like a champ

Just- him riding you slow, smooth movements

His hands on your chest and yours on his waist, doing circular movements with your thumbs.

The only sounds will be his pants and the sound of skin slapping softly.

At some point he would just put his head on your chest though.

And if you decide to take him from behind?

This man's a goner. He dead bro.

Like you can't even imagine how much he loves it.

Probably your usual position

Mammon's hands find your chest for support, as he let's himself down on you, moaning softly at the feeling of being full.

You bring your hands to his hips, rubbing up and down, squeezing a little bit his skin and finally start doing little circular motions with your thumbs.

"You good?" you ask in a way ne never thought he would hear someone talk to him like it before, if he wasn't so horny, we would cry.

His dick hardens and he starts going faster, squeezing you with his soft insides.

"Never been better..."

#sure!#are you serious? I mean ok then!#no.#I don't think that's right...#don't you dare #obey me #mammon #obey me mammon #obey me!#obey me swd #mammon x mc #mammon x you #mammon x reader #our choices are like bro I'd just mark as read if I'm feeling generous replying with a #that's really the worst way we can say something? BRO JUST SAY GODDAMMIT-#mc is one of the reasons I don't play much om the other is the game crashing every 5 secs #and the way we can't even take mammon's side and/or defend him most times what's wrong w the devs honestly #WHYYYYY do the tags get out of order #good luck finding the order lmfaoo

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thereal-true-ogilvie · 2 years ago

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THE EMOTION REBLOG.

in order, every time he shows strong emotion in an allistic human way

[Color coded by emotion. Evil/angry is red. Surprised/Shocked is orange. Happy/friendly is yellow. Concerned/Distressed is green. Hurt/Sad is blue. Anything said through laughter is purple. Other/I don't know is pink]

ACT 1

Why are you yelling at me?

[His evil laugh after jumping down the elevator]

Can’t FUCKING believe it. Don’t FUCKING talk to me.

TOMMY! :D TOMMY!

WAIT... I told you not to touch anything!...Hey!

What did you do?

Niice.

Let me out of this BOX.

Don’t shoot me! Why are you shooting at me? I should’ve never let you in here.

Watch out! [note: this actually wasn't audible, but was heard in the behind the scenes. He says this before shooting a pigeon that's behind Gordon.]

ACT 2

Did you just hit me?

Oh no… Who did this :(

what the fuck did you do to my friend- of Josh?

Oh my god, look behind you!

He pushed down and it went up! This guy’s clearly nuts, let me-

I’m okay!

Oh oh! Ah! Ah!

Yo! Put me on the Wikipedia Logo!

Yeah well that was close I kinda wanted that ok! [spoken very fast and emphatically]

ACT 3

We’re going home!

Mleh meh, meh meh meh meh! Mleh meh meh! WEH WAH!

All those articles are online for free!!! [this is said emphatically but i don't know what emotion it's conveying]

He’s sleeping! [incredibly childishly. could be joking, but i'm not sure]

Do you like HD DVD, idiot? Or do- do you like Blu-ray, friend?

OH! Oh my god this is a big- this is a big fight! I’ve been waiting for this moment!

Do your job right and he’s gonna be dead soon!

Oh, they separated his arm! What the hell? What are they gonna do with that?

Drink up, BUDDY.

Hey where’d your- Why are we here? What happened to your arm? Whats goi- what’s wrong, man?

ACT 4

Yeah, you fucked up! Yo he fucked up, you- he lost his arm like an idiot!

Yo, you knocked it over!

Oh, so he finally said it! You weren’t supposed to be there!

Mleh meh meh meh! Yooo brazzers!!! Nice!

Yo, take me with you, bro!

Call of duty air strike! Who got a kill streak? Ahaha!

[GTA Cheat codes get destroyed] No!

Follow me! Follow me, little child, follow me.

Ooh, likin the view from back here ;) [flirting]

Leave me alone! Just get out of my room!

What were they THINKING?

It means I hate you!!!!

There’s a pungent smell right beside me, I dunno. Road trip! Road triip!

Brooo you got praaanked! Ohhhhh ohhhhhh!!!

Gordon Feetman! [teasing]

No YOU shut up.

Welcome!!!!

This guy’s crazy! You’re crazy, buddy!

Oh, who did that? Someone daied. What haaappened… what haaapened?

No, we’re going further into Hell! [Distressed and sad]

No I- I refuse to talk to you. You’re not my friend anymore!

And we’re back! [loud. idk what emotion]

Add me!

Yo, what the fuck, I just wanna play games with people, man.

Time to sleep! Oh yeah! Bed is over here- back here!

INTO XEN

[ok i give up. i guess i was wrong. he shows a lot of emotion in Xen, mostly either hurt or angry/evil. still gonna finish the list tho]

I’ve been telling you to go back, I don’t know, man, you’re not listening to me, it kinda hurts.

Man, we used to be great friends…

Hug?

Yo what- why would you say that, that’s so mean…

Yo, friend! Welcome!

That’s a LIE! You won’t make it!

I’m gonna fucking kill you!!

BOSS FIGHT

I feel a good, but you make me ANGRY

I was gonna be NICE to you, remember that?

Heavenly Sword is NOT a rip off of God of War.

SONY CEO JACK TRETTON SURVIVED a nuclear BOMB!... but I saved the WORLD

You forced me to be BAD so I gonna be BAD…

friend.

WELCOME!

Feel my passport!

One by one!

Stop shooting at me, I have to shoot back, I don’t wanna do that…

I’m gonna GETCHA >:3 [sounds more teasing than evil but yknow]

Broooo… :(

Hey! Get out of here!

I can’t wait for you guys to see hell!

Aaaah! Aaauugh! Who’s shooting me?

What a LOSER. You guys CAN’T HURT ME!

Bad little boy!

Yo, you wanna DIE? HAHA!

Don’t go in there, please, no! I don’t like that room…

Yo, fuck off, bro!

This isn’t fair! This isn’t fair! No-uh! No-uh! [whining]

NOOOOOO!!!!!

PRE-CAST COMMENTARY SCENES

You’re using my mirror!

Ah the- the reflection of perfection!

Did you flush? Why not?? What’s wrong with you!?

Look at the mess you’ve made!

Why is there a baseball? What’s wrong with you!

You’re gonna stay in there! Hold on!

Aw fuck!

Oh, little butterfinger boy!

I win!!!

-END-

yooooo check this shit out i was RIGHT ANYWAYS even tho i gave up!

[emotion rb has 670 words 3,358 characters]

[og post has 819 words 4,538 characters]

once i finish it ill post my full color-coded document with everything he says

Hello everyone welcome BACK to: I talk about Benrey for a minute here!

Today we will talk about everyone's favorite: Mischaracterization in Fanfiction!

[I want to preface this with a very important note. Anything I bring up here is NOT something I'm complaining about. I LOVE mischaracterizing my little guy sometimes, especially by making him more like me, heart emoji. I just also know what's wrong so I mischaracterize him in a better and more accurate way /ref]

Now, the most common little thing is him showing basically any emotion in a human/allistic way. Laughter is pretty much the only exception, followed only by whining. He would NOT apologize and he would NOT break down sobbing. In fact I don't believe he has tear ducts he forgor to make them.

[as user needsmoreexplosions has said in the replies, this is hyperbolic! he does show plenty of emotions, just more muted than you'd expect. The first act has more bursts of emotion than the later acts as well. They brought up the "dont FUCKING talk to me" and I mentioned him yelling to Tommy happily. However, there's still not MANY examples. I'm going to rb this with every example of strong emotion he conveys and itll probably be shorter than this post. again. i love people making him emotional anyways, even if its not quite in character]

If he were to learn that Regular People Can't Respawn, he wouldn't go crying and apologizing to Gordon. He would go "oops." He would complain that no one told him. He would make fun of Gordon for not being able to respawn.

See:

"Benrey's not on this team anymore, apparently."

"Yo what- why would you say that, that's so mean."

[Whining, not crying. Always]

SPEAKING OF WHICH. The arm thing. A LOT of people tend to go with "he was trying to get the trackers out/hev suit off," when Dr. Coomer literally says, "I think they're just spiteful." He was getting back at Gordon for all the times he like. Shot him or somethin idk. People are right that he didn't expect the soldiers to cut off his arm, but he also DID expect them (and hype them up) to kill him. Not so he'd respawn without the hev suit or with his passport, just because "hey everyone else has died. And you are so mean to me. Your turn."

He doesn't act like a cat or crave attention, I'm so sorry fic writers [again, it's so fun and I love it tho, so keep doing it please] In fact, he loves to fuck off and leave the team, he does not need their attention. And, when given attention, he tends to just be mildly confused or antagonistic.

And he's not obsessed with the passports, guys! Let me get my fuckin 26-page document up rq... He says Passport/ID 26 times in Act 1 [yo what the fuck what a cool coincidence..... That's actually fucking awesome], then literally once in Act 2 and it wasn't even directed at Gordon. He doesn't say it at all in Act 3, though he does say One (1) time how much he loves his. He says it 6 times in Act 4, ALL of which are during his Boss Fight.

People make him a gamer. Yes, he is 100% but they make him the wrong KIND of gamer. He's not a Minecraft Animal Crossing Mario Kart gamer, he talks about Heavenly Sword, God of War, Halo, MAG, Grand Theft Auto and TF2. 2 First Person Shooters, 3 very violent action/adventure games, and TF2.

[actually, speaking of this image, did anyone else catch Gordon referencing the stairs bit but with ropes? Gordon has canonically read Homestuck]

The only TV he references is All Dogs Go To Heaven 2 and Fighting Redemption which are WILDLY different. And also whatever Ms. Pebbles is.

Not necessarily a common mischaracterization, but an important tidbit is that Benrey tends to be pacifistic towards Xen creatures, and not towards scientists and later security guards. Lots of people headcanon Experimentation which, while there's not really any evidence for that, there's also no evidence against it and it's a good headcanon that I like a lot.

He likes taking pictures. (shakes fic writers) give him a photo album!!!! SCANS OF GORDON'S FEET WOULD NOT BE IN THE ALBUM HE DOESN'T ACTUALLY HAVE THOSE. IT WAS NOT A FOOTSCANNER HD HE LIED.

The things he does know vs doesn't know are. Difficult. He isn't clueless about "human Things" he understands that shaking = nervous and balled fists = angry. He doesn't know what pigeons are but he does know mayonnaise and Big Mac with Freesh Fries.

The final important bit of info. Canon is kinda... flimsy? Canonically, according to Gir, Bubby is a straight guy who FUCKS. Canonically, according to Holly, Bubby is agender and married to Dr. Coomer.

So like. Go fucking crazy! Go stupid! A a a a a!

Just be aware when you're wrong LOL

#hlvrai #god i love character analysis #i be talking #benrey #reblog #im normal about characters

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sinnamonn · 4 years ago

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Welcome to Hell: Ch 1.

Word count: 2.8K

A 20 year old gets isekaied to hell and has to attend private school with a bunch of demons who’re assholes and they hate it here.

Gia did not want to be here.

Wherever ‘here’ was, exactly.

‘What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck!?’ Their eyes frantically darted around their surroundings, they were in some kind of courtroom? An overly fancy courtroom surrounded by a bunch of men.

Were...were they on trial? Did they finally commit a war crime?

“Welcome to the Devildom, Gia.”

The redhead jumped as someone spoke from their blind spot.

Their blind spot-? Oh god Gia didn’t have their glass eye in! Quickly, they shut their left eye tight and moved their hair to cover it. No one wanted to see their hollow socket, that was gross.

“...Oh, pardon me, feeling a bit shocked are we?” This person continued. Gia turned to see a tall, broad man in by far the ugliest military-esque uniform they had ever seen. He continued, more so talking at them than to them, “Well, that’s understandable, you’ve only just arrived after all. As a human it will probably take a little while for you to adjust to things in the Devildom.”

What the absolute hell was this guy talking about!?

“Wha…? Am I hallucinating?” Gia asked, finally breaking out of their shocked silence. That had to be the answer; Gia snapped and their fractured mind conjured up this delusion to cope. Or maybe it was the new ADHD meds? They didn’t remember any of the side effects being hallucinations, but you never know, right?

That statement earned a laugh from the man, “That...That’s such a human thing to say! Outstanding!” He happily exclaimed, “I have a feeling you might be just the sort of person we’re looking for!”

‘Looking for?’ Gia thought, more anxiety settling in them. Was this a human trafficking situation? Were they sold to these weirdos?! “Who are you? And where the hell am I?” They asked cautiously, if this was a human trafficking deal, then they would need to be extra careful, especially since this guy was kinda off. In kidnapping situations, the best way to guarantee survival is to not fight, earn your kidnapper’s trust, and wait for the right opportunity to escape.

At least, that’s what was drilled into them by their mother and the true crime documentaries they watched in their spare time.

“Right, I suppose I should start by introducing myself. I am Diavolo, the ruler of all demons, and all here know my name,” ‘Diavolo’ explained, “and as for where you are, you’ve more or less answered that yourself.”

Gia blinked a few times, processing what he just said, “I’m...in Hell?

Oh.

“Yes, but we refer to it as the Devildom, and soon I’ll be crowned it’s king.”

Oh!?

Gia looked around, their eye landing on a balcony overlooking a large town; and when they moved their head to the left a little more there was a giant castle.

This place was Hell?

Diavolo kept speaking, “This is the Royal Academy of Diavolo...or RAd for short…,”

Gia only half listened. They were in Hell, the only way to get to Hell was by dying and that meant that Gia themself was dead. How did they die? Did their lack of memory imply that the redhead died in their sleep? That would explain why their eye was out and why they had on the oversized Rob Zombie sweatshirt their dad left them.

Beside that, Hell was a lot nicer than they expected. When Gia thought of ‘Hell’ they imagined way more fire, brimstone, and screams of the damned; not some fancy private school run by a monarch. Well, they supposed that private school was a type of hell in itself, but still this was unexpected.

“I’m the president of said council,”

Of course he was the one running things, then maybe he knew how they ended up here?

“So,um, how did I die...and why am I here?” They asked, god that sounded weird.

“Excuse me?” Diavolo asked

“How did I die and why am I here?” Gia repeated, “I mean, I always figured I’d go to Hell, but I wanna at least know how I got here.”

Another man came into their view, and he looked far more intimidating than Diavolo, “I will explain everything to you, first being that you’re still very much alive.” He said, Gia immediately didn’t like him, he had a high and mighty way of speaking, almost like he was talking down to them. He just had all around bad vibes.

“Gia, this is Lucifer, he’s a demon and the Avatar of Pride.” Diavolo introduced the Bad Vibes Man.

Well, no shit this guy was a demon, they were in Hell after all. But ‘Avatar of Pride’? What did that mean?

“He’s also the Vice President of the student council and my right hand man...not just in title, I assure you.” He continued

So they were fucking?

“Beyond that, he’s also my most trusted friend!”

That statement earned a sigh from Lucifer, “Flattery will get you nowhere, Diavolo.”

They were absolutely fucking.

Lucifer’s attention turned back to the redhead, a fake smile plastered on his face, “On behalf of the entire student body at this great and storied school of ours, I offer you a most heartfelt welcome, Gia.”

He totally memorized a script.

Gia stared up at him with a blank look, “Answer my other question, why am I here if I’m not dead?”

That earned a light chuckle from the demon, “Interesting, you’re quite different from Solomon.”

Who the hell was Solomon!?

Lucifer continued, “Diavolo believes we should start strengthening our relationship with the other realms. As a first step towards this goal, we’ve decided to institute an exchange program. We’ve sent two of our kind to the Human Realm and two to the Celestial Realm.” He explained, “And we’re welcoming four students to our school, two from your world and two from the Celestial Realm.”

Wait, Gia never signed up for any damn exchange program! You can’t just warp people to different realms without consent, right?!

“Ok...I’m connecting the dots now. But why me? I don’t remember signing up for anything,” they said, nervously fiddling with the sleeves of their sweatshirt, “much less an exchange program to He-The Devildom.” They corrected themselves.

“This isn’t something one signs up for,” Diavolo chimed in, “You just happened to fit all the criteria we were looking for.”

A one eyed, goth enby was what they were looking for? That sounded like bullshit.

“Your period of stay is one year,” Lucifer continued, “You will work on tasks you receive from RAD, and afterwards you’ll write a paper on your stay.”

“One year!?” Gia exclaimed, “I can’t say here that long! I have a life back in the human world and you can’t just rip me away from that!”

“Oh?” Lucifer’s gazed sharpened at them, “From our research, you’re life didn’t exactly have much going, you’re not in school, you work on commission, and you don’t seem to have any friends.”

He did not have to go there on that last part.

“My family will wonder where I am...and I still have people who depend on me.” Gia argued back, glaring back at Lucifer.

“‘People’?” Lucifer questioned in a way that made Gia know that he knew that statement was only a half truth, “You mean the stray cats that come crying to you for food every evening?”

Wow, Gia never wanted to throat punch anyone so badly.

“You forgot about the possum I’ve been domesticating and my garden snails.” Gia smirked, “What about it?”

This

Nope, they were not going to show weakness, not to some seven deadly sin motherfucker, not to some demon prince, not to anyone. Lucifer only shook his head, “Now, you should know that you won’t be alone here, you’ll be looked after by my brother Mammon, Avatar of Greed.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out what looked to be an iPhone, placing it into their hands, “You’ll need this, it’s a D.D.D, it’s a lot like the cellphones from your world. It’s yours during your stay here.” Lucifer explained, “Now go ahead and call Mammon.”

“O...Ok....” Gia replied, opening the device with ease. Lucifer wasn’t lying, this thing was nearly identical to the cellphones back in her world. They easily found their contacts list and Mammon’s number. Now for the hard part, actually talking on the phone.

Don’t show weakness around the demons, if Gia did that they’d be eaten alive. Don’t be the person who sassed a high ranking demon but can’t talk on the phone. That would be embarrassing.

They pressed call, waiting with bated breath as it rang. After what seemed like forever ( it was twenty seconds), “Mammon” picked up.

“Yooo.”

Wow, this guy seemed nothing like Lucifer and Diavolo, maybe he was cool?

“Uh, hey…” Gia answered nervously.

“Eh? Are ya foolin’ around? Who the hell are ya?!”

“I’m the human from the ‘exchange program’,” they explained quickly, “and apparently your problem now.”

“Whaa? A human?” He sounded like he sighed in relief on the other end, “geez, I was gettin’ all chilly thinking it was Lucifer again. Ya should have told me earlier! Also, go be someone else’s problem, nothing’ in it for me. See ya.”

Nope, he was an asshole too. Great.

“Wait--! Lucifer called for you!” Gia stammered.

“Pfft, whatever,” Mammon groaned, “ya think THE Mammon would listen to ya just cause you’re tryin’ to scare me with that name?”

Before Gia could reply, Lucifer took the D.D.D from them, looking annoyed, “You’ve got ten seconds....nine....eight....”

Mammon must have changed his mind because Lucifer handed back the D.D.D, that signature fake smile back on his face. “You two seemed to have a nice chat.”

“Your brother is a dick.” Gia stated bluntly, earning some muffled laughter from the others they couldn’t see.

“That’s one way to put it…” Lucifer replied, rubbing his temples.

“”But you shouldn’t worry to much, Mammon won’t be the only one helping you out,” Diavolo added, turning to Lucifer, “you still need to introduce our new friend to the rest of your brothers!”

Gia could see the life leaving Lucifer’s eyes, “As much as I dread the idea of doing so, you’re right.”

Oh, god there were more of them? !

Suddenly, a new demon came into view, the only way Gia could describe him was soft. He looked like a soft boy™, his hair was a fluffy light brown and his bright amber eyes pierced through them. “Oh come now. Really? You should be honored to get to introduce such a sweet and charming little brother like me!” He pouted.

“Gia, this is Asmodeus, fifth eldest and the Avatar of Lust.” Lucifer completely ignored the other demon’s statement. Asmodeus didn’t seem to like that and complained more, truly a younger sibling at their finest.

“Hmph, at least he didn’t ignore you all together. How do you think I feel?” Questioned another, this one blonde and wearing a bowtie. Yet another soft looking boy, Gia was beginning to find it harder to see these guys as legit demons.

“And that one is Satan,” Lucifer continued, “he’s the fourth born, he may seem like responsible demon with a good head on his shoulders, but looks can be deceiving.”

Satan shot Lucifer a dirty look, “Really?” I’m the deceiving one?” He sneered, but it was replaced quickly by a polite smile when he turned back to Gia, “Nice to meet you, Gia, I’m Satan, Avatar of Wrath.”

Wrath? This guy was wrath? He didn’t give off ‘wrath’ vibes at all. To be completely honest Gia guessed he’d be the Avatar of Envy what with his green eyes, nails, and shirt. Archetypal symbolism meant nothing here, then?

Awkwardly, Gia extended their hand to the, “So...Lust and Wrath, huh?” They said though it came off more as a question. Satan went to reciprocate the gesture, but he was cut off by Asmodeus; he took the small human’s hand, lacing his fingers between theirs and completely invading Gia’s personal space.

“That’s right~! Lust is what I’m all about, including my power.” He cheerfully explained, “In fact, let’s give a little demonstration!”

The demon moved to close the gap between them.

“Hey--wait sec-!”

He ignored them, going to move the hair obscuring their eye, “Gia, could you-why are you closing your eye so hard? Are you winking at me?”

Gia yanked themself away from him, wanting desperately to put more distance between the two and avoiding eye contact with Asmodeus.

“No, I’m just missing it.” They replied simply. That statement seemed to take everyone aback.

“Oh, I wasn’t aware of that…” Lucifer stated

Just when Gia thought the whole ‘fitting the criteria’ thing was bullshit, Lucifer goes and says that.

“You studied me enough to know my only friends were cats, snails, and a possum, but not enough to know that I’m missing an eye?” Gia asked, sounding rightfully exasperated.

“W-Well in all your photos you had both of them.” Diavolo said, trying to defend Lucifer. Ignoring the very, very creepy implications of that Gia replied, shrugging, “That was a glass eye, guess I was summoned here before I had a chance to put it back in.”

“Eh? Why would you even take it out?” Asmo shuttered.

“Gotta wash it.” They answered.

They jumped as they felt a hand on their left shoulder, letting out a small squeak they hoped that no one caught. These guys were just gonna ignore the fact they were blind on that side, huh?

“Oh, sorry,” Satan removed his hand, “But word of advice; be wary of Asmodeus’s gaze, he can charm and manipulate anyone with it, and then use them to his advantage.” He warned, “If you’re not careful, he’ll charm you then eat you alive.”

So he was basically a walking roofie?

“...Duly noted.” They replied.

“Hey! Don’t badmouth me to the cutie!” Asmo pouted, “We’ll continue this later, right Gigi?” He winked.

“No.”

“Ok, that’s enough.” Lucifer sighed, turning Gia’s attention to an absolutely huge guy with a not-so-pleasant look on his face, “Now this is Beelzebub, he’s the sixth oldest.”

“Lucifer, I’m hungry.” He complained. It didn’t take them long to figure out he was the Avatar of Gluttony, his introduction punctuated with his stomach growling,“I��m Beelzebub, Avatar of Gluttony.”

“Cool.”

“And Mammon, the second eldest, will be here soon,” Lucifer said the other demon’s name in annoyance, Gia wasn’t exactly excited to meet him, “My other brothers aren’t here at the moment but...well, we can get to them later. All in good time.”

No, it was all in bad time because Gia didn’t want to be here and didn’t want to meet this Mammon or any other of his asshole brothers.

Diavolo added, “during your stay in the Devildom the seven demon brothers will lend you their strength, and you’ll be living with them for your own safety.”

Gia had a pretty good idea why, “because humans are food to demons?” They questioned.

“That and if anything were to happen to you it would be our responsibility,” Lucifer said, “I won’t betray Diavolo’s expectations.”

What a devoted husband.

“So, I will do everything in my power to make sure you survive your stay here.” Lucifer continued.

And how did he plan to do that? By making them exchange numbers on a messaging app like high schoolers. That was it? No demonic protection seal? No demonic guard dog? How lame.

“I’ll send you a message!” Diavolo said excitedly taking out his own D.D.D.

“Isn’t that nice, Gia? You’re going to be friends with the future king of the Devildom.” Satan spoke up. Yeah, great.

The D.D.D buzzed, Diavolo’s only message being a sticker of some...demonic penguin looking thing looking angry, that was quickly followed by an apologia text from him,

“Sorry! Ignore that! I’m still new to texting!”

Gia felt the corner of their lip twitch, ‘Hah, what a dad.’ In response, they sent back another demon penguin thing, this one looking a lot happier and Diavolo sent back the same.

Suddenly, Gia became aware of heavy, fast footsteps approaching the hall.

Lucifer groaned, “Well, you’ve got that figured out, and it seems the idiot has arrived as well.”

The double doors slammed open, hitting the walls with a loud bang; and in stormed a very pissed off looking twink.

“HEY! Just who do you think you think you are, human!? You’ve got a lot of nerve summoning the great Mammon!”

Like Lucifer, Gia immediately disliked this demon. Was this their personal hell? A kingdom of obnoxious rich boys that reeked of “I peaked in high school?”

Mammon got up in their face and Gia was immediately hit with the stench of axe body spray and insecurity all but seeping out of the demon's pores. It reminded them of the boys she went to school with who would get red in the face when they sat down during the pledge.

This was absolutely Gia’s personal hell.

#🍒giacore🍒#🏩self insert🏩#self insert writing #self ship writing #mammon💵🪶🤑#obey me shall we date #obey me fic

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innittowinit · 4 years ago

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Clair de Lune, L. 32

Summary:

Tommy has a nightmare about Wilbur's death and Ghostbur comforts him

YOOO just to be clear this is an AU that was created before cannon ghostbur and schlatt so all you need to know for this fic is that Wilbur is a ghost that haunts the sleepy bois, he's from the 1700's or something and he was murdered.

Not tagged MCD as a warning because Wil is technically still a character but his death is described a bit so stay safe!

Word count: 1536

Google doc with more info on this au

AO3

The air was bitter and cold, cracks in the walls seethed with a breeze that never seemed to go away, it helped in the summer months when the homes felt like a sauna but on a late December evening like tonight, all it did was remind the townsfolk that they weren’t nearly as wealthy as those who wouldn’t be worrying about this.

After having served his time, on account of slandering a wealthy businessman in a song, he had made the decision to invite the gentleman over to have dinner and hopefully reconcile. Bad blood was never a good thing to have with someone, especially not the rich, and even if the intent was not to suddenly become good friends, Wilbur still felt it was important to be civil with him. While the point of his song had been to humour the situation, he still recognised that it had offended the man to the point of wanting legal action to be made.

Unfortunately Wil had been the only one to feel this way.

He had placed down his own food first before going back to the kitchen to get the gentleman’s meal. In hindsight this had been a horrible decision, giving an easy way for him to spike his food with no witnesses at all. That had definitely been easier than planned, perhaps Wil was just too trusting. He had just assumed that now that he had been punished all resentment had faded into what was a potential reconciliation.

The poison hadn’t taken long to fall into place, half way through the dinner Wil would start coughing, only for that to turn into long, breathless gasp, until eventually he was left scraping at his neck trying to grasp for some air as if it were a privilege.

The man watched with humour as Wil suffered, tears streaming down his face as he focused every inch of his energy into his breathing, not fully able to comprehend what was happening until a knife was pressed against his neck, blade cold and sharp as a swift swipe let out all the pressure in his body and left him to fall to the floor.

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Tommy swung up in bed, arms flailing around the blankets, as if he was searching for physical evidence that Wilbur was okay. Heart pounding and sweat glazing his forehead, he spun his head around the room, as if he was scanning for either Wilbur or the scumbag who had killed him. Knowing Wil was a ghost hurt. Even though they could still communicate through a range of media, even though he could still physically hug him if he possessed someone, it wasn’t the same. He knew Wilbur had been hurt and that just didn’t feel right. He didn’t want to accept that the Ghost who they had lovingly welcomed into the family was hurt by someone, he loved him too much to really accept that as a reality.

It took a solid ten minutes before he calmed down from his frenzy, left just to breathe heavily, rested against the bed frame as if he had just run a marathon.

Despite the fact that he had never known Wilbur in life, since he had learned of his tragic demise, he hadn’t been able to get the horrible thoughts out of his mind, it was like a curse. Wilbur was like a big brother to him, even if he wasn’t exactly alive they could speak easily through spirit boxes and voice recorders and when he was too tired to try and manipulate radio waves, he would sometimes knock things off of counters and shelves to make his presence known.

Learning guitar from a ghost had been surprisingly easy, he had a video tutorial of some song playing and every now and then Wil would pause the video to talk through the spirit box, sometimes giving tips and other times just straight up teasing Tommy for being bad at playing the guitar.

Wiping his teary eyes, trying to remind himself that even though Wilbur was dead, even though he had gone through something bad, he was still there (Not even in those ‘he’s with us in spirit’ facebook post kind of ways, Wilbur had been haunting them, he was quite literally still around) he reached for the spirit box, switching it on and leaning back in his bed as relief washed over him.

There was something about knowing that Wil could freely talk through that, that comforted him. It reminded him that Wil was okay, he had been poisoned, he had been stabbed, but he was okay.

“Wilbur?” he muttered, rubbing his eyes, waiting for the ghost to make his presence known.

Every now and then Wil would go off to mess with Minx or the lunch club, during the night, paired with Schlatt of course, Tommy hoped to God that tonight wasn’t one of those nights.

“Nightmare?” The box spoke back at him, he nodded.

It was hard to talk to the spirit box sometimes, Wil could only talk in a couple words with that, that’s why they had started the family tradition of Wilbur possessing one of them each Friday so they could have some actual time with him instead of mainly one sided conversations.

Today wasn’t a Friday but Tommy wished it was.

“Techno.. Techno won't mind if you use his body.. You can still take control when he’s sleeping right? I just need to hear you talk for real..”

By now, Tommy was sitting upright in his bed, knees pulled up into his chest. They’d been through this exact situation so many time’s that Tommy had even set up a mirror near his bed since sometimes Wilbur showed up in them, He wasn’t showing up today though.

“Yeah. Wait.”

As always, the spirit box was choppy and left room for interpretation as Tommy nodded and tried to think about anything other than the frightening thoughts of death in his head. Tomorrow was a Week-day, that’s why he’d chosen Techno, he would no doubt be pissed that he had missed a chunk of sleep but being sleepy at school had far fewer consequences than being sleepy at work, which would happen if Tommy asked Wil to possess Phil.

After a while of Tommy staring at his ceiling, ‘Techno’ peeked his head into the door and walked over to Tommy’s bed, sitting down next to him.

“It’s Wilbur, you know that right?” Wil smiled, Techno’s glasses -which Wil still needed to wear while possessing him- glinting against the moonlight.

Nodding, Tommy leant his head onto Wilbur’s shoulder, hands wrapping around him and squeezing with as much force as he could muster.

“I shouldn’t miss you this much. I didn’t even know you. Wil, it must have hurt so much”

Wilbur just nodded and stroked his hair as he whispered reassurances and kind words, there was no certain way to fix this, the fact of the matter that Wilbur had died and he probably shouldn’t have let a 16 year old know the fully gruesome details of his death but that being said it was all readily available online and sure enough he would have eventually found out anyway. Wilbur much preferred being the one to tell him himself rather than him reading a blog post made by a teenager that was probably way too into true crime to accurately report what happened.

He supposed what attracted those kinds of people was that he had led a fairly eccentric life, only to be killed and the killer to never be caught.

Wil had always thought his killer to be obvious but the justice system had not been very good in those days, in many ways it still wasn’t very good.

“It did hurt Tommy. I was so scared that was going to be the end of everything but y’know what? If I hadn’t died like that, I might not have ever met you or Phil or Techno. If I had died up in some other city, since I did like to travel a lot, I might have never thought to mess with you guys. If that hadn’t happened I wouldn’t have the family I have now”

“But you hur-”

“That was hundreds of years ago Toms, I hardly remember it”

Liar. He thought about it every time he saw people using cleaning chemicals or cooking with knives.

“Tommy you’re a good kid. You’re empathetic, that’s really good, but you can only die once and that’s never going to happen to me again, okay?”

Tommy nodded into his chest

“Do you wanna watch that movie you like? I know I can’t really fix how you feel about what happened but sometimes a distraction helps” “Up’s good. Let’s watch Up”

Ironically, Tommy had fallen asleep right after the wife died but Wil hoped that would give him some closure since it was a very nice film. Not wanting to wake the boy, after him already having such a rough night, he didn’t bother taking Techno back to his own room, leaving his body to sleep next to Tommy as he watched the rest of the movie alone.

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“Why the fuck am I in your bed?”

“...I had a nightmare?”

#wilbur soot #ghostbur #fanfic #tommyinnit #hurt/ comfort #nightmares

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calypsoff · 4 years ago

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Thirty Nine. Part 2

I am ever so slow, like coming off the plane people hated me, but the main point is I am not in pain, but I am slow with it. I am having to pull this big ass suitcase along with me and then my backpack, I am trying out here. Robyn has been trying to call me, I feel so bad about this because she is calling me and I am just watching it ring out, I don’t want her to get a clue I am here, like she will hear the sound in the background, and she will know. So I am just watching it ring out, I did text her to say I am not well at all, but she doesn’t believe me at all “thank you sir” the taxi driver grabbed my suitcase “where too my friend?” he asked “erm Kensington Oval please” I heard that the journey is like thirty minutes so I am not happy about that “far away” he laughed, nodding my head “yeah” I breathed out “please sit in” taking off my backpack as I got into the car, shuffling inside the car and closed the door. This is about to take a whole long time to get there, the driver got into the car “you seeing the queen today? She is home” I chuckled “who is that?” I questioned, I think I do know who he is speaking on “Rihanna!” he spat “oh yeah, I think I know her” I am playing, he seems to be a major fan “you know her!? She is a queen, I met her once. So beautiful, our queen” I cooed out, that is so sweet to see how much love she gets while here. My phone started to ring, digging into my pocket and looking at the ID “what’s up?” I answered, “you in the taxi now?” Mel asked “yeah, thirty minute drive, this will be fun” rolling my eyes “yooo Robyn is so angry, she said he is up to something. Why isn’t he answering my calls, is he cheating on me Mel. I goes stop it but then she said but we don’t have sex, he is showing off his body and won’t answer my calls, she is panicking so much” my poor twin “man, I wish I could, but she will know” I feel bad now “I know, wait. She is coming” Mel said, hearing the door bang “he didn’t pick up, should I be concerned?” oh my god, Robyn is really going through it “I don’t think he is, maybe he is unwell. Calm down, anyways. I will call you later ok?” she said to me “will do, bye” disconnecting the call, I feel bad now because Robyn is going through it.

I did fall asleep, I mean it’s a long journey to the oval, but I can tell I am here, it’s very hectic around this place. Everyone is walking around everywhere “are you staying at hotel here?” he noticed I woke up “uhm yes I will be, it’s close by” I lied “well we are here” he is dropping me off right at the front ticket gate “can you drop me off at the side, like backstage. You think you can do it?” I mean it’s a little too busy and I have the suitcase with me “of course I can” let me ring Mel, I think Robyn should be getting on stage now, or getting ready too but people are still trying to get in, black people timing I guess. Pressing my phone to my ear as it rang out “Chris!” Mel shouted, oh it’s loud “hey, I am out the back. Come to me, quick please. It’s so busy” I hope she heard me “I assume you’re here!” she shouted, and the phone dropped “you know Rihanna?” he asked “I think I know you; I was sat here thinking. And your face, you’re her boyfriend” he has finally figured it out “I am” I admitted “I think after all that time you should know” he laughed out “oh my god, I driven Rihanna boyfriend. I love Rihanna so much she brings so much love and light to this country, she represents us. You first time here” nodding my head “yes it is, I am excited. She tells me so much about this place so I know it’s going to be good” he looks so happy “you will love it; I hope we meet again sir” he is a good man.

I told Mel to hurry up but again, black people timing she is going to be late “I am so sorry! I had to get Rihanna some water, look at you! Oh my fucking god Chris!? Is that you brother? Oh my god, you look so good, wow. I mean we left you like that and you come here looking like this, sweet chile. I get why my sister is just worried but come here, let me see your ass walk now” laughing hard as fuck at Mel saying that, walking over to Mel “don’t judge me, I am a little slow with walking, but you know. I am getting there” she waved me off “who the hell cares, come here” Mel hugged me “it’s so good to see you like this, I am so happy for you, for her. She is going to be so emotional seeing you, welcome to Barbados” I grinned wide “thank you, I feel the love already. Can you help me with my suitcase though, like I can do it but I just been on my feet for a while now” she waved me off again “I will do it oh and, here” she took off her pass, she had two around her neck “this is your AAA pass, keep it on” taking the pass from her, placing it around my neck “I am excited” I grinned “thank you for that, you didn’t need to pull my suitcase around” Mel rolled her eyes “you have come a long way, Robyn would tell me how you was and to see you like this. Smiling, vibrant. Just full of life, you think I care about just helping you a little, boy please. Let’s go in, Robyn is around, there is some technical problems, but I can take you to the viewing room, she is backstage” nodding my head, I don’t want her to see me now.

Mel looked at me and froze, just placed her finger to her lips and waved me over. I mean it’s loud as fuck here, ain’t no way in hell can anyone hear so what the hell. Looking down the hall as I followed Mel and there she is, that is the back of Robyn. I know my girl; she is with her team already to go on stage. We are close as fuck and she doesn’t even know it yet, Mel yanked me to her “the hell nigga, staring at her” she closed the door behind me “I think she is going on stage now; we can hide out here and then go to where the family is. I can’t believe you are like this now, you have really put in work for these past two and half months, like you have worked so hard. I have seen you when you was on crutches and so quiet with everyone” I laughed sitting down on the couch “yeah, I was going through it then. I have come back bigger and better now; I am ready to commit too. You said that y’all having a family meal after this, just to celebrate tour is over? You told me” Mel sat down “yeah we are, I think Robyn is just happy to end this, but she was saying Chris isn’t coming so I think I could go to Cali, it’s not fair to be in Barbados all that time and he needs me” I cooed out “she is my love but yeah, I am going to propose to Robyn” Mel’ eyes widened in shock “what? It’s not even been a full year right?” Mel is shook “but in my heart I known her my whole life, I love her so much and I want to propose her, this time last year I went to her concert with my girlfriend then and met her thinking she wouldn’t know me so yeah. Shit is full circle, but I want to ask Monica and Ronald first, I ain’t disrespectful like that” Mel doesn’t know what to say “you telling me you’re marrying my friend!? Oh my god, I literally cannot even deal oh my god!” she spat “she is going to cry, wow. Chris you’re going to make her life. You really are, awwww yay” Mel is more shocked than anything, I don’t blame her at all.

Walking behind Mel inside the room with the family “oh my lord, is that you Chris?” Monica said and shot up “no way, oh my god. I literally remember you when I left, look at you. I feel so choked up. Come here” Monica opened her arms and hugged me “thank you momma, I love you so much. Thank you for riding with me” hugging her “I am so emotional, I seen how much you went through. Oh my lord you look so good” I chuckled, Rorrey came up to me “I didn’t know you was coming?” dapping him “same but you know, I came out for Robyn” moving back from the hug “my daughter is going to be so happy to see you, come in. Come” she waved me in “Rajad” dapping him “this is my dad” Rorrey pointed out “is this Robyn’ boyfriend?” he said pointing at me “it is, this is the man she is obsessed over” Rorrey patted my back “hi” shaking his head “hi to you too” smiling at him, that is an awkward meet “come over here Chris!” Noella shouted, I swear I used to call the baby annoying “you still find my baby annoying?” I snorted laughing “no, never. Not now” leaning down “can I hold her?” I asked pointing at Majesty “of course, and she isn’t annoying” picking Majesty from Noella slowly “hey Maj, wow you look so much like your momma. You really do” she is so damn adorable “hey there” stroking her cheek “you ain’t going to cry now? You not going to show me up now” she is looking at me with her big brown eyes in shock “you like me don’t you” she smiled “see that I am loved!” I spat; she is so damn cute.

I am trying to get her family to another room, but they are so loud and talking so I don’t want to talk over them, I am just sat here waiting for the moment “Monica!” I shouted so loud, I am so dumb, but I wanted to get it over with “yes?” she looked at me, now I feel nervous “may I speak to you, Ronald, Rajad and Rorrey please? In another room, if I can?” I don’t want to tell everyone here, there is so many people, her whole family came out “erm, of course yes” she looks so confused but got up anyways, getting up from the couch. Mel smiled at me “I may take a little while” I said laughing, I am slow as it is “you can do it Christopher” Mel said laughing, walking behind Rorrey “which room?” Monica asked “just the way across us, the dancers room. I will be quick promise” my leg went kind of dead then; I am doing too much so I do know why anyways. The family filtered to the dancers dressing room, here I am trying my best to get there quick, but I made it “hey” I laughed, closing the door behind me “yeah so, I will be quick. So yeah, I just wanted to speak to you all first before I did anything because it’s respectful to do so. Robyn and I have been through a lot, we ain’t been together the longest but we have been through a lot. And when Robyn took care of me back at the house, she supported me and everything, I just realised that I would like to spend the rest of my life with her, when you know then you know, and I do know. I knew I liked her when we met when we were teenagers, but I am going to ask for her hand in marriage. Do it the right way for us both” I was nervous as fuck saying that but I said it, I breathed out “oh my god” Monica placed her hand over her heart “Christopher you going to marry my daughter” nodding my head “yes ma’am, she is my wife in my heart already” I grinned, she cooed out and hugged me “I like that you doing it legit, that’s what I want for my sister” Rorrey said, I am so glad they happy for it “I am glad you’re happy about it, I wanted you all to know. I know how much you all mean to her” Monica is happy, I can tell with her reaction “like you said you haven’t known her for a year yet, ok you met when she was younger but she’s famous and you will then inherit her money, is that what you want? You want her money and she’s too stupid in love” I was not ready for Ronald to come at me sideways “money? You think I want Robyn for her money, I ain’t the one using her name in blogs” this nigga pissed me “just leave it dad, come let’s go” Rorrey just wanted to end that before it turned ugly.

Mel helped me make a sign saying ‘Do you remember the Richmond VA tour date’ I hope she does see the sign, but Mel said she is going to make the most noise, Mel has been ever so kind to me and I love that about her, she is walking with me, helping me. She told the family to go out first and we will come after, eventually we came out here “if she doesn’t notice your blonde tips then she blind” Mel shouted, making our way out into the VIP crowd, there is a lot of people here. I don’t want to be pushed around “we will stand here, because she will be walking along here when she sings we found love, which will be soon” looking at the stage and my smile grew, she has been so damn hard. She has been worrying about me and then coming out to entertain a crowd, I am so much in love with her “you must be sick of hearing these songs now?” I said in Mel’ ear “don’t get me started, this is why I came out near the end. I know she has been excited for this moment, she wanted this to come so quick. She wants to relax in her home, but she has been worried about you” nodding my head feeling a little bad, I didn’t want her to stress about me.

I feel like an idiot with this sign “lift it, now! Do it!” Mel yanked my arms up, lifting up the sign. It’s huge, covering my damn face too but Robyn is walking down stage finishing off her choreography, I hope it’s not long “ok she is finishing off now” the music cut off and the fans shouted and cheered “she is walking and drinking water, she is looking around too. She is getting closer too. Rihanna!!!” Mel started shouting jumping up and down, oh god if this doesn’t work I will look dumb “To be in my home, to see all you beautiful people. This is my dream come true right now, I love you all so much. Every time I come home I get nothing but love, I can be me because I am home” the crowd cheered, they love her “and my fans, I love you all so much. What does that say, do I remember the Richmond VA tour date? Of course I do, I got my fans travelling to me all the way from the states!” Robyn yelped out, dropping the sign down slowly “what!?” Robyn squinted her eyes, I grinned staring at Robyn “no way! Oh my god” Robyn gasped placing her hand over her mouth and turned around, the whole stadium is quiet, and I feel the attention on me. She twirled back around, the tears in her eyes glistening from the light shining down at her. She shook her head all emotional “I can’t” she mouthed shaking her head and then laughed “I love you” I mouthed to her “I am so emotional right now” Robyn spoke down the mic “my boyfriend is here, please show him love” Robyn turned away to walk off “she is so emotional right now, she had to walk off. You really got her” licking my top lip watching her walk off, she is wiping her face as she did.

I left to go backstage, I can’t be standing around for too long it’s not good for me so I just came to sit in the back and I know that her tour is done now, but I think she is celebrating and thanking everyone, I need to gather myself to stand up for Robyn. I wish I could be with them to celebrate but I just needed this rest, getting up from the couch. I think I can hear them “watch it Robbie!” Mel spat, Robyn flew in as I got up but then abruptly stopped “poppa, what the fuck” she placed her hands over her mouth again “I can walk now, well kind of” walking over to Robyn, she sobbed out crying “hey, stop crying” walking into her, wrapping my arms around her “you’re here and walking, oh my god” she wrapped her arms around my neck “you’re back with me, you look so well. I prayed every night for this moment Chris” Robyn is making me emotional “you’re really back with me” pressing a kiss to the top of her head, she moved back and looked down at me and then slowly looked up “poppa, it’s just. I can’t believe it, you’re you! You’re back, Chris you look so well” Robyn is shocked “I love you” placing my hands at the side of Robyn’ face and placed my lips onto hers, our lips slowly meshed together, and the kiss was slow and sensual, Robyn placed her hands on my torso. I grinned moving back from the kiss “you been wanting to see the six pack” she snorted laughing but then started crying again “hey, stop it” hugging Robyn.

#Chrianna FF #Chrianna #Chrianna Fanfiction #Fanfic #Fanfiction

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lesberrian · 4 years ago

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Ghosting (one)

Tw: Cursing, ghosts

“Hey, um... ‘Phelia?” Fay floats in front of her friend holding her head on the ground. Backing away slightly when she sits up the ghost gestures around them. “So, where are we?”

“Welcome to The Devildom!”

Both of them focus on the man who spoke. Could he see Fay? Ophelia recognized him as Diavolo, Prince of Devildom, but never bothered to know much about him. She never really thought that besides the time she spoke to the Avatar of Envy once that she would ever actually talk to demons. (Even though she has a few things that have demons in it)

Ophelia stands up, taking a deep breath and holding it for a second. She lets it all out with a slow “Fuuuuuuuuuuck.”

Clapping her hands together she stares the man down. Unlike most people, she could less about the rude glare she was giving a prince. Diavolo laughs slightly, he wasn’t expecting this kind of reaction. Maybe a scared ‘where am I’ or wanting to know how they got here but not this.

Fay, like the little gremlin she is, laughs at the situation. She looks at Diavolo and shakes her head. “Man, you took her from her deep cleaning day. Tsk, tsk, tsk, shame on you.”

She realizes that Diavolo can’t see or hear her when he doesn’t even glance at her. “Hey, ‘Phelia, you should probably let him know before it’s too late. I think he thinks you’re just some normal boring human. You know, someone who can’t see ghosts and stuff.”

“He can’t see you?” Ophelia whispers, furrowing her eyebrows at the 13-year-old ghost. Looking at Diavolo with a confused look she questions, “You can’t see her?”

“See who?” Lucifer walks in and Fay jumps (just floats more into the air but fast).

“Wait you guys actually can’t see her?” Looking over at Fay she motions her to the ground. Putting her hand over the girl’s forehead, she mutters, “Vivifica.”

In about 5 seconds, Fay was ‘revived’ in a way. Her body was now physical but she was as cold as a dead body, with no heart pumping blood. She didn’t need to do anything someone alive has to do.

“Who are you, child? And why do you have so many bracelets?” Lucifer asks harshly. It was obvious he didn’t expect the exchange student to be able to summon and talk to ghosts.

“First of all, I’m a teen, 13 to be exact. So don’t call me ‘child’. Second, my name is Fay. Third, it’s called Kandi and it’s cute. Finally, why are we here? I want to go home.” Fay crosses her arms and sticks her tongue out. The Kandi on her arm made a sound when she did it.

“Oh, I suppose I never did get to that, did I?” Diavolo laughs. “I’m sorry about that.”

Mainly talking to Ophelia, he explains what was happening. He also introduces them to Lucifer. At the end of his speech, he pauses, staring at Fay. Fay, being Fay, stares right back at him, not blinking even once until he does.

Fay laughs slightly. “Hehe, I won! So what’s up with the starin’ Prince man?”

“I guess I lost,” He laughs. “The crystal on your wrist, that’s what connects you to Ophelia, correct?” Fay nods and Diavolo smiles. “That’s what I thought it was for. Since you can be in your body before your death, would I need to have Lucifer prepare a room for you?”

“Uh, that would be nice but you don’t really have to. I don’t really like being like this,” Fay gestures at herself. “It’s kinda strange, to say the least. Plus I cant fly around so it’s really boring!”

“I’ll have it arranged before you get to the house of Lamentation.” Lucifer nods. Fay glances over when she hears footsteps right outside the door. The door opens and two more demons walk over. Right after them, another with orange hair and food in his hands comes in and stands by Lucifer. “Ophelia, Fay, these are my brothers. This one right here is Asmodeus, fifth born, Avatar of Lust.”

“How dare you refer to me as ‘this one’?” Asmodeus looks offended. “What a rude way to introduce me!”

He steps closer to the two girls and Fay holds onto Ophelia’s jacket Asmodeus coo’s at this, not realizing she’s not actually scared. “Aww, you’re almost as cute as me! Your style is so unique, I think that you’re the only person to pull it off!”

Fay growls at him, stepping in front of her friend. Ophelia has to swat her head like a dog. “No! Bad Fay!”

“Ahem,” Lucifer calls for their attention. “That one is Satan, the fourth-born avatar of Wrath.”

“So I’m a that now?” Satan rolls his eyes. He looks over at Ophelia. “Your name, are you parents a fan of William Shakespeare?”

“I don’t know.” She shrugs. “I like him though if that counts for anything. I enjoy a lot of his stories.”

He nods in approval when the ginger’s stomach growled louder than the two girls have ever heard. “Sorry. I’m hungry. I’m Beelzebub.”

“Now that three of my younger brothers have been introduced, why don’t you call Mammon? He’ll be looking after you this year.”

“Um, okay?” Ophelia looks at him warily before grabbing her D.D.D and opening it. Going to her contacts it already had a good amount in there. Seeing mammon’s name she hits the call button and waits for him to pick up.

“Yoooo,” She hears from the other side.

“Yooo, this Mammon?”

“Wha’ who’re ya?” He seems confused. “Did Lucifer set you up to this or somethin’?”

“Uh, no. Well, kinda? I’m the exchange student you’re in charge of. That’s what he said at least.”

“Exchange student?”

Ophelia nods. “Yeah, from the human world. And I think Lucifer wants you here.”

“So you think you can go swinging my brother’s name around because I have to listen to him?! I mean- I don’t HAVE to but-”

“Mammon.” Lucifer takes the phone from Ophelia’s hand. “I’m giving you ten seconds to get here.”

He hangs up and hands the phone to Ophelia. In the background, Asmodeus is watching Fay count to ten. Right, when she says eight the Demon comes bursting through the door.

“And two seconds to spare!” Fay rushes up to him, giggling out of excitement. “You’re really fast! And super tall! Woooow!”

“What?! Why am I babysitting a child?! Who chose to have a kid as the exchange student?!” Mammon shouts, backing away from they hyper girl in front of him.

“I’m actually the one in charge of her.” Ophelia smiles. Sure, right now she doesn’t like Mammon too much but seeing how Fay responded to him out of everyone already makes him her favorite by default. “Fay, come here. I think you’re scaring him.”

“Why would I be scared of some kid? I’m THE Great Mammon after all!” He stickers his thumb towards himself.

“Well, I’m a ghost. Does that make me scarier?” Fay tilts her head at him. “We’re still working on a way so I can do it myself but watch! ‘Phelia can show you no problem!”

Ophelia sighs. Turning her back into a ghost she leaves it up to Fay to focus on letting them see her. It takes a second of Fay balling her fists together, trying her best on letting others see her as a ghost. It’s been a few years since she’s ever done this.

“Wh-what? You’re actually a ghost?!”

“Mhm!” She floats upsidedown in front of him. He takes a few steps back and she crosses her arms. “Rude.”

#Ghosting Ditzy_star #obey me mc #obey me fanfic #obey me oc #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me diavolo #mc is tired of this already #she was just doing laundry give her a break

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peterparkers7evilexes · 6 years ago

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Memory [Spiderbones biodad!Rumlow - M]

HAPPY LATE FATHER’S DAY for all you hoes out there who don’t celebrate father’s day for whatever reason 💕

alright this is late because i got lost in the sauce, but this is heavily based on the Donnybrook version of Frank Grillo (yooo s/o to @crown-filth for intro’ing me) only where Rumlow is Peter’s bio dad, and which Ru and I have some tentative winterspiderbones plans for :o

Super short dark(ish) piece below the cut, warnings for child neglect, degradation and implied father/son incest!!!!! DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

Memory

The funny thing with memory, it doesn't catch everything. It has spots and holes and delicate threads that tear like tissue paper when challenged. And sometimes our memories paint things a certain way, a certain faded yellow gone dusty with the droning of wasps and the crack of fresh blood on your lip.

Peter’s first memory is of Father’s Day. It’s a hazy memory colored yellow by a dust-sunny sky and the muted droning of wasps. In Miss Christopher’s kindergarten class, they make Father's Day cards with construction paper and old, cracked Elmer’s glue.

He remembers toddling home by himself and proudly setting his card - its delicate lettering perhaps overly decorated in a mosaic of bright colors and stray glitter glue - on the kitchen table amidst the piles of unread newspapers and bills and eviction notices.

Peter remembers hearing his dad’s bike rolling up the driveway spraying gravel in its wake, and he remembers greeting him at the door. His dad doesn’t look at him, doesn’t give him a second glance. He remembers watching from the screen door, dull buzzing loud in his ears as his dad roars and shoves the piles of bills and newspapers into the garbage, his delicately crafted card unseen and forgotten among them.

When he's fifteen, his dad starts to look at him. It's a welcome relief, any sign of attention-affection-amusement, so Peter leans into it, memorizes every little thing he does that makes his dad’s eyes linger on him.

He watches the women his dad brings home from the bars some nights, presses his ear to the door, holds his breath and listens as his dad fucks them, grunts through his release.

After they’re kicked out, Peter crawls into his dad’s bed and nestles against his strong chest, his skin prickling with anticipation as his dad huffs out a sleepy exhale thick with alcohol. He shudders as his dad wakes up slowly, grabs a fistful of his hair and yanks his head back, making him whine.

“Stupid slut,” his dad slurs, and he slaps Peter’s cheek. “Dumb fucking brat.” He hooks two fingers, salty with sweat into Peter’s mouth, pushes down on his tongue and laughs meanly when Peter gags and drools around his knuckles.

He sneers and draws Peter into his chest, steadily pushing his fingers flat against his tongue, his face dark and cruel when Peter chokes on the tips of his fingers, tears welling in his eyes.

“Slut,” he says again, and he pulls his fingers out, backhands Peter so hard a crack rings out between them and Peter tastes blood on his lip. “You make me sick,” he spits in his face, and he pushes Peter out of his bed.

When he’s seventeen, Peter doesn’t celebrate Father’s Day. The thought makes him think of too much glitter glue stuck under his fingernails and blood clotting between his teeth.

He walks to the gas station in one of his dad’s threadbare tees, the frayed collar slipping off his shoulder. No one messes with Rumlow’s kid, so he doesn’t mind what people say. He buys two jugs of water and a bag of microwave meals and his eyes land on the cheap Hallmark cards sitting by the cash register.

“Want one?” the cashier asks him, popping her gum as she follows his eyes.

Peter barks out a short, humorless laugh. “Nah. Thanks.”

He takes his water and his microwave meals, and starts the long walk home. It’s sweltering outside, and Peter can feel the humidity thick in his lungs. His dad’s bike is sitting outside already and he hears the amplified roar of electric guitars over the radio drowning out the noise of their cooking.

He tucks his nose into the collar of his shirt and pushes through the screendoor, eyes stinging at the thick chemicals clouding the kitchen. His dad is standing over the stove, shirtless and gleaming with sweat as he stirs something in a metal pot. Peter sets the jugs of water down and he stands behind his dad, laces his fingers over a bulging shoulder and presses his forehead against his bare skin.

His dad doesn’t say anything, doesn’t move to acknowledge him, just keeps stirring. “Hi, daddy,” he murmurs, closing his eyes. Peter leans into his dad, inhales and feels a little dizzy.

When his dad finishes up with his batch, he straightens up, cards rough fingers through Peter’s hair almost lovingly. “Good boy,” he says in his gravelly voice, and Peter’s heart burns fierce in his chest.

#spiderbones #peter parker/brock rumlow #brock rumlow/peter parker #biotrashdad au #nff #tw child neglect #tw abuse #cw drugs #cw incest #fic

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fran-is-a-writer · 6 years ago

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Hello folks and welcome to another blog post by A Healthy Dose of Fran, today I post my Top 10 Movie Musicals (Disney excluded as that’ll have its own segment). Now you may not agree with my list, and that’s OK, we can debate in the comments later. So, let’s get down to business then, shall we?

10. Girl Trash: All Night Long

If you haven’t heard of this, then you probably aren’t a lesbian or bisexual woman. And if you are a lesbian or bisexual woman who hasn’t, you are missing out! The first outright lesbian musical, with lesbians as the focus, the songs about lesbianism, and, even better, starring the queens of South of Nowhere, Mandy Musgrave (Ashley) and Gabrielle Christian (Spencer), and a few other notable lesbian character stars. This movie is kick ass and the music is hilarious, if a little cringy, but you can’t help but sing along as they say, “don’t shit on my dreams it’s just my fantasy, of what could possibly be”. This is a movie that should be seen.

After finishing this post of course.

9. Chicago

Have you committed a crime? Well you should have this performance tucked up your sleeve to get away with it, because surely, HE HAD IT COMING, HE ONLY HAD HIMSELF TO BLAME. Now If that doesn’t give you confidence, then any number of the tunes in this hit will, want some Jazz, well how about All That Jazz? Following the murderess tales of multiple women, but focusing on the dastardliness two, this film takes many twists and turns that ends with murderers on- ah, spoilers.

8. All Dogs Go to Heaven

Charlie B. Barkin – that name alone deserves a place on this list. Add in a surprisingly dark family film musical with gang war, murder plots, and the ideas of heaven and hell, a heart-warming tale about a young girl who wants a family and a dog who wants revenge but ends up changing for her – this film never fails to make me cry. With some awesome bops like ‘You Can’t Keep a Good Dog Down’ this is definitely a musical to see.

7. Bride and Prejudice

No life without wife? Damn woman you know how to break my heart. Well, this may be a surprising edition to this list as, more often or not, this film is forgotten, even though it is, in my opinion, the best Jane Austen adaption ever. And the tunes? Incredible. My first experience of a Bollywood film (which, considering it was made in conjunction with a UK studio, probably doesn’t count), and it was the first of many (thanks also to discussions about it with my best friend). Check out the soundtrack first if the film doesn’t sound interesting, but trust me, unlike most period-adaptions, this one is one to remember!

6. Hairspray

60s beats, 60s attitude, 60s hair and look, but a modern opinion. That’s Hairspray in a nutshell. A film (that was originally a stage production) that tells the tale of Tracey, a slightly hefty girl who loves to dance and tries out for the happening TV show for kids and gets on! But hey modernist views of happily conversing and dancing with blacks (shock horror!) and her non-conventional body shape, get her in trouble, not that she gives a damn, she’s proud and damn right she should be! Not to mention she can belt a bloody tune too, and this film is full of them! Cause WITHOUT LOVE, this movie wouldn’t have caught my attention – (but that may also be due to Zac Efron).

5. Burlesque

Christina Aguilera? Cher? STANLEY TUCCI! Sign me the F up! Oh God and Kristen Bell? Burlesquing? And Singing? Y’all trying to kill me??!!! Well you succeeded! I’m dead. This fantastic story not only grasped my attention, but the music added to the drama and was threaded in so nicely that I couldn’t not watch again and again. Downloading the soundtrack after the first watch, I go back to this musical at least once a year. With one song in at least every one of my playlists, it’s going to show me how to Burlesque.

4. Dreamgirls

If I thought Burlesque was star studded and a gem of a film that was nothing until I saw Dreamgirls starring Beyoncé, Jennifer Hudson, Jamie Foxx, Eddie Murphey and so many more. Set in the 60s and the eras to follow, we follow the lives of black musicians and their dreams, particularly the Dreamettes who take the music world by storm. Dark tales are alongside this tale including blackmail, drug abuse, and so forth. But not only that, we received the most beautiful tunes known including Listen sung by Queen B and I Am Telling You sung by Jennifer Hudson. This musical is a gem to be remembered, with the mesmerising story to go alongside it.

3. Anastasia

Yooo, surprised to see this? Well it’s not a Disney film if that helps the confusion, but with its Princess Anastasia, its animation style, and plot line of lost princess finding her family, you can see where people get confused. But this tale is one of my ultimate favourites – with the original badass Princess who doesn’t take nothing from know one and will happily punch you in the face, you know the story is going to be interesting. Add is some brilliant tunes like ‘Journey to the Past’ and ‘Learn to Do It’ and you have a hit, and now a Broadway musical – that’s why this is on my list.

2. Quest for Camelot

Anything with Celine Dion is recipe for success. But add in King Arthur, bad ass female characters, and a twist on the English Legend. Add in beautiful music and probably the best love story ever written, oh and a two headed dragon with conflicting personalities, and you have a recipe for AWESOMENESS. This musical was my childhood and continues to fill my days with joy as I watch the film on a regular basis (and yes Sister, I only bought it for you for Christmas for me, you have been duped). Adventure, love, mystery, and music – what’s not to love?

1. Prince of Egypt

Now, are y’all surprised? If you are, YOU ARE AN UNCULTURED SWINE (I say with love)! This is, the best musical of all time. Compelling story, the greatest soundtrack ever created, with breathtaking animation to boot – oh, and a brilliant meme maker too. Telling the story of Moses from the bible, we start with the most emotive opening song ‘Deliver Us’ and, you know things are going to be great when a movie goes as far as to use the original Hebrew language within a song as they tell the story of persecution with the visuals of it alongside. The story is dramatic, emotional, and a true learning experience – if you haven’t seen this film before, you need to.

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Top 10 Movie Musicals Hello folks and welcome to another blog post by A Healthy Dose of Fran, today I post my Top 10 Movie Musicals (Disney excluded as that'll have its own segment).

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perfectdayforsomemeihem · 7 years ago

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Yooo I know the post is old but can you draw A1 or B1 with Jack comforting Mei?

So why did this one take me so long?

BECAUSE I DECIDED TO DRAW YOU TWO PICS AS WELL AS GIVE YOU AN EMOTIONAL SHORT STORY! :,D

Now if you’ll excuse me I’m gonna go cry in a corner now!

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An OverwatchShort

Summary: Mei Ling Zhou is finally found at EcopointAntarctica after being in cryosleep for 10 years, and is brought to Dr. AngelaZiegler for treatment. Unfortunately, nomatter who tries to convince her, Mei seems to be in denial about her grimcircumstances. With no one else to turnto Dr. Ziegler seeks aid from Mei’s closest friend, Jack Morrison.

This is astory that I wrote to go along with a drawing request for an angst/comfortscenario between Mei and Jack. You can findthe works below…

https://thegeekysqueaker.deviantart.com/art/They-re-gone-699547642

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11839611

It was late. Very late. Certainly,too late into the night to receive phone calls. However, much to Jack’sdispleasure he was receiving one now.

The shrill sound of the rhythmicbeeping woke him from his sleep. Groaning he sat up, blindly felt around hisnight stand, and answered his phone once he found it.

“Mmm, hello?”

“Jack?” The soft angellike voice was unmistakable.

“Angela? What the hell are youdoing calling me at this hour?“

Wearily looking at the clock hecould see it was 3 in the morning. Looking outside the sky was at its darkestbeing between midnight and dawn. No stars, no moon, and hardly any Dorado citylights were there to illuminate his room.

On the other end of the line Dr.Ziegler sat at her desk with the phone wedged between her shoulder and her earas she used her free hands to fill out some paperwork. Looking at her own clockshe realized that it was almost 10am at Watchpoint Gibraltar.

“Is it late where you are? Ah, I’mso sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you, but it’s important.”

“3 o'clock in the morningimportant? Fine, what is it?”

“Well, it’s incredible newsreally. A week ago, Winston sent a team to scavenge Ecopoint Antarctica. Theteam reported back to us three days ago and informed us that they found MeiLing Zhou. We don’t know how, but she’s alive.”

“… Alive?”

For a moment, the word didn’t seemto register with him. There was a conflicted ache in half of his heart thattried to convince him that he was simply having a very vivid dream, but theother half felt elation that he hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Y-You’ve got to be kidding me.Are you sure? Like 100% sure?”

“I personally just checked onher 10 minutes ago. I’m sure.”

Jack sat up from his bed, turningthe light on his nightstand on. It blinded him for a moment, but for nowthat was the farthest thing on his mind.

“Well what the hell happened toher? Is anyone else from Antarctica alive?”

The phone was quiet for a momentbefore Dr. Ziegler sighed. “It’s a long story, but the gist is that Meihas been in cryostasis for the past ten years. The search team found her andher colleagues in their cryopods… Unfortunately, her colleagues have been deadfor a long time.”

Jack didn’t know what to say, andfor a minute the phone stayed quiet as he tried to find his words. He didn’thave to speak, however, as Dr. Ziegler continued.

“Look, Jack, she’s alive, butwe need you to talk to her.”

Jack’s eyebrow raised in intrigue.“Me? I mean I’d be glad to, but why do you need me specifically to talk to her? Is she okay?”

“… Physically, yes, but notmentally… She’s gone into a state of shock, and now she’s in denial of hersituation. I tried to convince her, but she doesn’t believe me because I lookpractically the same as I did before she was placed into cryosleep. Not onlythat, but I did some checking and…”

“… And?”

Again, the line went quiet before heheard Dr. Ziegler give another even more frustrated sigh. Whatever she wasabout to say it wasn’t good.

“We tried to locate her family,friends, anyone other than her colleagues here at Overwatch. Anyone who wasclose to her is now gone. Either they perished in the Omnic Crisis, or they’vedied since. She has no one except for us here at Overwatch, and you were the closest to her out of allof us. She could really use the support.”

Jack frowned.

It was true; Jack had been closewith Mei. There was a time where he even harbored some feelings for her, butshe didn’t feel the same way. She had found another man; Ecopoint Antarctica’slead engineer, Kurt MacReady. Of course, Jack had been a little upsetabout this, but seeing as he valued Mei’s friendship more than his own feelingshe got over his infatuation with her, and focused on his job.

Sitting up the veteran rubbed thesleep from his eyes as he thought to himself, “Shit, out of all the people in the world this could have happento… Why did it have to be her?“

He threw the sheets off, got up fromthe warm spot on the bed, stripped out of his shirt, and began to ruffle aroundhis clothes drawer as he continued to speak to Dr. Ziegler on speakerphone.

"So, you want me to help breakthe news to her, is that right?”

"Yes, that’s right.”

Jack sighed. “Way to give methe hard job, Angela.”

He heard her laugh softly.“You’ll do fine. How soon can you get to Gibraltar?”

“I don’t know, less than aday? I’ll charter a flight within the hour.”

“Perfect. I’ll see you withinthe day then.”

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A mere ten minutes after their phonecall Jack had packed a single bag, left his residence, and made his way toDorado travel services. From there he hopped from plane to plane; first toMexico City, then to Madrid, and then finally to Gibraltar.

It had been nearly 15 hours as hemade it to the Gibraltar airport, and although he knew he was expected at theWatchpoint he was still a little surprised to see a chauffeur for him at thefront of the building.

The drive was a quiet one as Jacksat in the back, and committed to his thoughts. Much to his surprise he wasnervous about seeing Mei again. He didn’t know if she would be the same personhe once knew, or how she would take the news that everyone and everything elsehad changed. Deep down he wished he already knew exactly what to say to makeher feel better.

But he didn’t.

Soon they neared the base, and asthey got closer and closer Jack started to notice that the building hadn’tchanged very much. He disliked this place with a passion, but for a moment he rememberedthe good times he had here at Gibraltar. It brought a small, brief smile to hisface.

If only he could bring back thoseold times. If only the world hadn’t changed.

The long driveway finally broughtthem to the front doors of the base, and into the awaiting gaze of Dr.Ziegler. She looked as young and beautiful as she ever had, as if nothingabout her had changed over the course of almost… 8 years? Had it been 8 years? Jacktried to recall when was the last time he had seen her, but of course hecouldn’t go by Angela’s looks to tell how long it had been.

He waved the question of as the carcame to a stop. As he stepped out Dr. Ziegler almost immediately brought theveteran into a hug.

“Welcome back, my friend. Youhave no idea how good it is to see you again.”

Jack smiled. “And of course,it’s always a pleasure to see you again, Angela. So, care to fill me in on thedetails?”

The doctor nodded, and gestured forhim to follow.

｡｡｡｡｡

It seemed like no one else was inthe base aside from Jack and Angela as the only things that could be heard weretheir footsteps and each other’s voices echo through the halls.

“Mei will be here for a while.The cryostasis took a great toll on her body. She has to recover from muscleatrophy, damage from dehydration and starvation, a bit of damage from the cold,and for the first few days she was even blind.”

“How long has she beenhere?”

“A little over a week. We feltthat perhaps we would give her a few days of recovery before telling her whathappened. We waited, and finally told her three days ago. At first, she hardlyacted surprised, but then she became hysterical. She kept asking to seeMacReady, and eventually we had to tell her small lies to her to get her tocalm down.”

Jacks expression furrowed for amoment. “What did you tell her?”

Angela frowned. “Well, we toldher that MacReady and her other teammates needed some time before she could seethem, but the truth is that they’ve been dead for years. The cryopods have a rather grim function ofturning themselves off if the sensors detect that the inhabitant has perished. The ice they used would no longer give thatbody the supplements needed to live…”

For a moment she hesitated, taking adeep breath so she could muster up the will to finish her thought. “…The sad reality is that none of them wouldhave made it if the cryopods didn’t have this function. As each one died less of the supplements wereused, ultimately giving the others a better chance of survival. Unfortunately, it would have been veryunlikely for more than one of them to survive. Mei survived simply on chance.”

“So, I’ll have to tell her all thisbad news all over again.”

“I’m afraid so.”

Finally, they approached Mei’s room,and despite having years of training to remain calm in harrowing situationssuch as battle, Jack somehow felt his nerves become riled. The door was closed, but Jack could seethrough its narrow window.

There she was.

She stared out the window towardsthe Alboran Sea seemingly content for the moment. Incredibly she looked exactly the same as shedid when he last saw her.

“I can’t believe it… It really isher.”

Angela smiled. “She hasn’t aged a day; another outcome ofbeing frozen for so long. We don’t know how it’ll affect her in the future, butfor now it looks like she’ll recover just fine… So, are you ready?”

Jack took a deep breath, andnodded. “No, but I didn’t come here fornothing.”

“Good. Just remember; be blunt and persistentabout the truth, but be compassionate about it too.”

Jack nodded showing that heunderstood her advice, but his stare remained fixed on Mei.

With that Dr. Ziegler opened thedoor, clearing her throat to get the young woman’s attention.

Mei turned, and smiled. “Angela, hello again!”

Jack could hear her voice; it washoarse and tired, but despite this she was clearly trying to remain cheerful.

The doctor smiled back. “You have a guest today. Can I show him in?”

Mei seemed surprised for a momentbefore giving a small but still excited nod of the head. “Yes, please do! I’d love company.”

Angela smiled, stepping off to theside so Jack could make his way into the room. As soon as he entered Angelastepped out, and shut the door behind them leaving the two friends alonetogether. Immediately Mei’s face lit up. Despite his aging she knew exactly who this was.

“Jack, is it really you? Your hairhas gone grey already!”

“Yea, I didn’t really age verywell.”

“Nonsense! I think you’re a handsomesilver fox! Also, I doubt it’s your age; it’s probably that stressful job ofyours.”

“What, my position as Commander?”

As they spoke Mei motioned for herfriend to sit in the chair at her bed side, and he complied. She nodded, “Yes, that one. It’s such a stressful job; no wonder itsshowing in your hair color!”

Jack gave a smile, his eyes showingthe smallest trace of pain over how his position was lost.

“Actually, I’m not Commanderanymore.”

Mei’s eyes widened. “You’re not?What happened?”

Nervously scratching the back of hishead, the veteran replied, “Overwatch was disbanded. Technically it still is.”

For a moment Mei didn’t seem toregister the information, but eventually her mind came to what she felt was areasonable conclusion.

“But Angela and Winston arehere! Torbjörn, Ana and Lena too! Theywouldn’t be running Overwatch illegally. That’s not the kind of people they are.”

Jack sighed, understanding that hewas going to have to break the news to her sooner or later, but he truly didnot want to break her heart. Despite what hewanted he was there for one reason, and that reason wasn’t to protect herfeelings.

“Mei, we need to talk. I need toinform you of some bad news.”

Despite the tone in his voice theclimatologist held an unwavering smile. Shenodded, “What is it, Jack?”

He took a breath.

“Mei, you’ve been gone for a verylong time. We fou-”

“Oh, I know already.”

Jack’s eyes widened withsurprise. “Y-You do?”

Mei nodded. “Yes. I know I’ve been asleep for a year. It would have been longer if our beacon didn’tgo off. Thank goodness Winston sent ateam to respond to it!”

Jack’s heart dropped, his hopes ofmaking the situation easier on Mei were dashed within an instant. She truly was in denial about her situation.

“… Mei, I’m sorry, but that’s not thetruth. It’s been ten years, not one.”

Immediately Mei scowled, shaking herhead. “Jack, I don’t know if you andAngela are playing a joke on me, but it’s not funny! It’s only been a year! Why do both insist that it’s been ten?”

“Because it is the truth. I haveproof.” As Jack spoke he ruffled through his pocket trying to locate his phone.Upon finding it he unlocked it, opened a world news app, and physically showedMei the date before picking the first few articles he could find so he couldread the headlines.

“Today, February 25th,2076. English Prime Minister Canterman to address the nation on arrangement onnew immigration policies with Iraq.”

“Yesterday, February 24th,2076. Numbani Airlines respond to recent terrorist attacks, ‘There was nothing else we could have doneto prevent this’.”

“Today, February 25th-”

“Stop it, Jack! Why are you tellingme this?!”

Jack gave her an unwavering stare. His eyes reflected on just how serious he wasabout what he was saying. “Because Ineed you to understand what’s happening here. I know it’s not what you want to hear, but the situation you believeisn’t reality. You’re using it to copewith what has happened, but you can’t do that. It’s not healthy. The truth is that it hasn’t been a year, it’s beenten years.”

The broken look on Mei’s face torehim apart on the inside. The tears in her eyes started to swell, and the onlyway she seemed to get rid of them was by closing her eyes and turning her headaway from Jack…

Away from the truth…

“You can’t be right, Jack! Opara and Torres set our sleep cycles to ayear or less. So, yes, maybe it was alittle longer than a year, but there’s no way it was ten!”

“Mei, the team didn’t respond to abeacon; they were a salvation crew. Asfar as anyone is aware a beacon was never set off.”

Mei glared at Jack with eyesseemingly full of contempt. The more hetried to tell her the worse it got.

“Well then ask Opara! Or Torres! They’ll tell you that it went off!”

“… I can’t do that.”

“Can’t or won’t? They’re in the other room right-!”

“No. No, they’re not.”

Jack got up from his seat, and muchto the mortified expression Mei was giving him he sat down on her bed. He took her hand into his own, but she pulledit away seemingly in disgust.

“What do you mean ‘No they’re not’?! Yes, theyare! I’ll show you if I have to! I’ll have Kurt talk sense into your thickskull!!”

Mei tried to get up from her seat,but Jack prevented her from moving as he grabbed her arms.

“MacReady is dead, Mei. They’re all dead.” Despite how much she fought him on it Jack’stone was stern, but not devoid of sympathy.

“Why the hell would you say that?! They’re alive, I swear!!”

Reaching out Jack brought her into atight hug, and almost immediately Mei started to thrash and beat against hischest to get him off.

“Let go of me!! Jack, I swear if you don’t let me go I’llhave Kurt beat the shit out of you!”

Even though he was surprised at herviolence and the expletives that were coming out of her mouth Jack still heldon to her; his grip barely loosening as she tried desperately to get free.

“Mei, stop. They’re gone.”

“NO!!!”

“Yes. Mei, they all died years ago. The cryopods couldn’t keep you allalive. You’re the only one who made it.”

Slowly Mei stopped fighting againsthim, her fist unfurled as she wrapped her arms around Jack for a hug. She looked him in the eyes, and he couldpractically see the realization of ten years passing her by as the tears beganto fall.

“… B-But they-”

“Mei, they’re gone. They’re all gone.”

The room stayed eerily quiet for amoment. Mei’s breath soon became shaky,and Jack could hear as she started to whimper.

Soon the whimpers evolved into sobs,which then became agonizing screams of remorse.

Everyone in the medical ward couldhear Mei’s despair as each cry tore through her throat. Angela, who had been outside for theirconversation, even found herself shaking, trying desperately to hold in her owntears.

Jack was the only one who heldhimself together, and there was one reason he did so.

Mei needed someone to be strong for her.

He stroked her hair, and slowly beganto rock her back and forth as if he were consoling a child.

“… I’m sorry.”

#mei ling zhou #jack morrison #soldier 76 #angst #hurt #trauma #watchpoint gibraltar #ecopoint antarctica #cryosleep #old friends #Overwatch #overwatch fanfic #angela ziegler #mercy

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endlcss-possibilities · 7 years ago

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yooo, prompts! My request: "Are you kidding me? We're not fine!" with... if it's okay, Anti, Dark, and Natemare?

Ayyy thanks for the prompt!

If anyone wants to send me a prompt, you can click HERE to see the list!

Dark wasn’t exactly sure how he’d ended up in this situation, but he was here nonetheless.

And with Anti, of all people…

“So why’d you need my help again?” Anti asked, flipping his knife casually between his fingers.

They were currently sneaking around a supposedly abandoned warehouse, trying to remain unnoticed by the creatures that had taken up residence inside.

The creatures that had taken up residence and had then proceeded to kidnap Mare somehow.

“I need your help because I don’t know what we’re walking into,” Dark murmured. He reached out and unerringly closed his hand around Anti’s fingers, stopping the glitch from twirling his knife.

“Get off…” Anti jerked away. “Are you saying you don’t think you can handle a few lesser demons or whatever the fuck these things are? I thought you were oh so powerful.”

Dark ignored Anti’s jeering and peered around a corner.

“Like I said, I don’t know what these things are and if there are a lot of them, I’d prefer the backup. Especially if Mare is incapacitated in any way.”

“I mean, they would’ve had to in some way, to stop that wee bastard from getting away.”

“Exactly,” Dark said smoothly. “Hence the backup. So stay close and try not to do anything rash.”

“Me, rash?” Anti grinned. “How dare you.”

Dark sighed softly as they moved down the next hallway.

“I swear, you’re going to be the end of me,” he said as he peeked into the closest room.

And immediately withdrew, holding up a finger when Anti went to say something, holding that finger to his lips. Moving closer, he whispered in Anti’s ear:

“There are two lesser demons in that room.”

“Mare?”

“Looks like they’re guarding him. I don’t think he was conscious and he was bound to a chair.”

“How the fuck did they manage that?”

“I don’t know, but we need to be careful about how we go about this.”

“They’re just lesser demons,” Anti protested. “Easy kills.”

“Yes but you know full well that they’re obnoxious in groups,” Dark pointed out. “Something about this doesn’t seem right…it was too easy to find them.”

There was no reply from Anti and while Dark had a split second where he appreciated the glitch’s lack of backtalk, he knew that Anti would never give up the opportunity to have the last word without a reason.

And when he looked up, there was reason indeed.

While he had seen two demons in the room with Mare, apparently there had been one more wandering around, acting as lookout.

An obvious trap, yet they’d fallen right into it.

“Well well well, look what we have here.” The demon’s long tongue poked out as it grinned, long, sharp claws held dangerously close to the underside of Anti’s jaw. “Come to rescue your little friend?”

Suddenly, there were six demons, all bound and determined to attack them at once.

“This is a fine predicament we’ve gotten ourselves into,” Dark said, voice still calm, even as his aura spread out behind him, a menacing shadow. Anti glitched nervously in the demon’s grasp.

“Quit messing around and help me!”

“What, are you scared?” Dark relished this rare opportunity to tease and unusually nervous Anti. “We’ll be fine.” He twitched his fingers, his aura sending the demon that was holding Anti down the hallway.

Anti meanwhile, had glitched away when Dark’s aura lashed out, and appeared behind a second demon, knife finding its way into the demon’s abdomen. Yanking the knife out with a sickening squelch, Anti yelped and ducked when the stabbed demon took a swing at him. The demon staggered, only to have its head cut clean off by a shadowy blade, formed of Dark’s aura.

“One down. With lesser demons, you must cut the head off, you remember?”

“Yeah, yeah whatever!” Anti yelled. “Stop being so calm dammit!”

The remaining demons had fallen back, confused by Dark’s easy disposal of their comrade, but now they had figured out that they should just all attack at once, in a big ambush.

Anti yelped again when two of them set on him, claws aimed for the glitch’s face and already-slit throat. Dark whirled at his cry, then hissed when a demon’s claws raked his face while his guard was down. He sent the offending creature flying into a wall, then sent his aura to blast the demons off of Anti.

“Just keep a level head and we should be fine.”

“Are you kidding me? We’re not fine at all!” Anti screeched. “You’re right, they are more obnoxious in groups!”

“It doesn’t help that they ambushed us either,” Dark admitted.

But before they could do much more, all of the demons suddenly and without warning dropped to the ground, dead-weight. Anti startled, swearing and Dark blinked, looking around to see who had just saved their asses.

A flicker of motion caught his eye, and he looked down to see a thin purple mist snaking over the ground, headed back towards the room that the demons had come from.

The room with Mare in it.

Dark caught Anti’s arm and pulled him into the room to find Mare, half slouched over in the chair that he was bound to, purple mist flowing back into his body.

“You’re welcome,” the dream demon said, voice strained and tired.

#sorry it's so damn long #simon-seppa #my writing

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WELCOME TOO XXL AND WE ARE HERE WITH KASHDOLL. •XXL 🏆‼️

Interviewer :how does it feel being one of the biggest trend setters on imvu and dropping fire 🔥 and congratulations on your album

Kashdollv: it’s a humbling experience for me to be a dope artist it was so many before me and I have so much respect for all the artists and performers before me they clearly paved the way for ya new artists and I will forever think of it that way ! -fixes my hair and laughs …

Interviewer : so kashdoll we have seen you dominate the charts and your albums do wonders and you win awards what made you wanna sit down and be like ok I wanna do this I wanna (role play) a artists such as Kash doll …

Kashdoll :well ….. for starters lol I was just a regular person on Instagram ’ and part of the imvu community and I ran across two people I seen who had very dope pages which ones @Joslien and @nickimvnaj sooo at that time I didn’t even know a music Industry even was around soo I winded up developing a very very close relationship with @nickimvnaj and we became the best of friends and we sat up on the phone one night and she told me o should be come a artist and I was like why not and it started from their then shortly after I met Joslien and we had a very very rock start loll we hated each other loll every day we was at each other’s necks and I sat sat down with one of my friends and I’m like ima call him we have too have a talk like grown ups and we really sat down and was on the phone for hours we became the best of friends he welcomed me with open arms never turned on me or anything

Interviewer : soo lets let’s fast forward too when u had learn the basics of preforming and really entertaining the crowd how was it for u and what steps did It take you too achieve it !!

Kashdoll : ughhh boy boy boy … loll man I was scared as ever many people may not know but my first ever performance was for hazel E lmfao at her club opening lol she wanted me to preform two songs and I’m like yooo this my first booking I’m fenna be lit ima be turning up slaying the stage -face palm - then it hits me ummmm bitch YOU DONT KNOW HOW TOO PERFORM YET !!! Sooo was shitting bricks loll and I was like ok quick who do u know is a bomb ass performer and ding @nickimvnaj popes up in my head soo I’m blowing her dm up like sis sis help yo I got my first ever show I’m scared loll sooo I’m over here overreacting thinking like what if I mess up ima be labeled as a (flop) and a nobody so she like …. Kash shut up loll and show showed me and the only thing was kashdoll didn’t have any kinda lyrics on any kinda websites soo I’m like I know all her lyrics sooo why not just put them all on google for each song sooo that’s what I did and I winded up doing the show and after that started getting soo many bookings and my career took offf

Interviewer: soo would u say u owe @nickimvnaj a thank you ??

Kashdoll: hell yes cause with out her help I would have not been Able too preform

Interviewer: what about ramel ??

Kashdoll:is that even a question I let him know that every time we talk on the phone or on dm he played a major role with his supporting on my career

Interviewer: sooo what made you want to be kashdoll ?

Kashdoll : it was her personality and her drive and her attitude like she gave me hope that u can come nothing and turn into a boss and all her music I can relate too on sooo many levels and that’s why I was like i really love her loll .. like every one has a their Nicki’s - Beyoncé’s ‘ and riri’s and I have my kashdoll like I look up to her and I love her to death

Interviewer: soo where and when did u meet Jason Derulo a.k.a. Jeremiah ?

Kashdoll : welll loll I met him back when he was jeremiah and loll all my friends had told me if I wanted too make it in the music thing go for the head guy in charge and it was jere sooo I’m like ohh really -flips hair - sooo I started blasting his dm loll he wasn’t responding sooo I was like hmm lemme start dopping this fire sooo I dropped my first song called (waste ya time) and like a few weeks later I got reposted and I got a freaking nomination and I was FCVKING SHOOOk!

Interviewer: not let’s talk about that how did that feel to get your first nomination!!!?

Kashdoll : ahhhhhh!!! Fluffs my hair it was sooo freaking big for me Cause that whole year was soo positive for me and I was climbing up the charts my mixtapes and albums was getting more viewers and sells Soo when I found out I’m like ok you want it but it’s 6 other females in the game that’s killing it right now that want it more then you sooo I’m like yo I gotta get a fan base soo Instagram had just came out with the live update soo what I did was went live and started branding my and pulling my music telling every one to vote for me!!

Interviewer: so we found out that you were had a date to the VMAs Which was your soon to be boyfriend?! Tell us how ups guys starts taking about it

Kashdoll : loll welllll we followed each other on Instagram and it started by us liking each other’s pictures and commenting and by then I’m like yo he soon fine loll he seem sooo cool lol ion know how we started talking exactly but we was best of friends before we mad anything serious loll I think it was the night of the VMAS WHERE we winded up letting our emotions take over and started Dating because we took our Red carpet pictures and I’m thinking too my self he might be the one this feel soo right …next thing I know we posted our pictures I wake up and I’m tagging in all the blogs and they was saying omg kashdoll and Paxton it’s confirm they’re dating and we’re here for it lol but he literally became my rock like I fell in love with him in everyway I really loved everything thing about him treated me like I was his queen and that’s all I wanted

Interviewer : how did it feel to win your first Award ?! Best female hip hop artists and preform at your first big show aka the VMAS.

Kashdoll :it felt soo surreal cause I was doubting my self sooo much I remember sitting on the phone as they called out the. Nominees with ramel and Tammy and when they said the award goes to kashdoll !! Yo I screamed lmfaooo sooo hard I’m like omgomomg omg I didn’t even have a speech prepared I just went off the top of my head 🤦🏽‍♀️ and I remember telling everyone everything I’m nominated for I’m gonna win and I’ve done that thus far soo when it came down to me preforming I’m like ok time to bring out that inner beyonce and Nicki lmfoao yo I turned into a whole different person and I went in.

Interviewer: now we have to ask cause every one wanted to know where u really pregnant by Paxton with twins ??

Kashdoll : yeah I was and I winded up loosening them due too stress from the media and just the life of being a celebrity I know he really wanted his twins just like me and I feel like when I lost them it kinda put a space between us but he was so supportive and I love him soo much for it

Interviewer : if u could have kids by him again would you ?

Kashdoll : hell yess cause I want to be a mother I want to able too teach my children the right from wrong

Interviewer: sooo what’s next for you in your career we know you’re on a brake from music will you be returning?!

Kashdoll: of course lol my crown won’t fit on their bum ass lace fronts I’m gonna do what I do best that’s sell out shows and win awards and body every thing I touch nobody can stop what god has for my career

Interviewer: what do you want people to understand about u as a person ?!

Kashdoll : that I’m human and we make mistakes I feel soo miss understood because people was soo used to be being the sweet and shy kashdoll that didn’t pop off and go on live rants and drag people. I just felt like every one was taking advantage of the fact I was nice and they was slapping me in the face so I’m like ok that kashdoll is dead because people are gonna hate me for. No reason but what I’ve learn is that you can’t let people bring I down u can’t let people hurt your feelings if people not gonna like u you can’t fight the world you have to keep pushing and striving to be a better you and I’m working on rebranding my self and staying out of drama and learning how to talk things out before popping off.

Interviewer : one last thing before u leave What would u want to be remembered in the imvu industry??

Kashdoll: for being a legendary artist that pushes the envelope and doing things her own way style

Interviewer alright thank you for spending your morning with us we love u and wish u much success with your career over here at XXL !!!!

Kashdoll - love u guys more and I love all my supporters DOLLS ALWAYS HAVE FUN!!! Kaka winning

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