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lethalchiralium · 1 year

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Imagine It | Simon “Ghost” Riley x Wife!Reader

a/n: i have an itch i need to scratch and that is simon being happy. thanks

warnings: mentions of babies, mentions of simon’s kids winnie and mellie, mentions of simon’s past a little

summary: It was just a nice afternoon, your husband’s brothers in arms trying to name your imaginary baby for you.

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“Rhia?”

“Write it down.” You answered, wiping baby food off of your finger onto a paper towel. Mellie giggled in her high chair, watching you as you brought Simon the little glass jar of mashed bananas.

Soap scribbled the name down on the piece of paper, sitting next to Winnie at the dinner table. The little girl was drawing on Gaz’s arm with a Sharpie, you just didn’t have the heart to tell him that.

“I like Ava.” Gaz piped up, looking up from his crossword puzzle. Soap looked to his friend then to you, you shook your head.

“Had an Ava in middle school who stole my hair tie and cut it into pieces, and kept doing it until junior year of high school.” You moved back to the fridge, opening it and looking into it. “We don’t have that much food, boys.”

“Ye kept a grudge this long?”

You looked over the fridge door at Soap, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Sort of. My brother handled it by getting her expelled.” You closed the fridge, walking back towards your dinner table and pulling a chair from it. You settled yourself beside Simon as he fed Mellie her mushed bananas, her little head trying to get a peak at Price at the head of the table. But, of course, he was completely disguised by the newspaper he held up, just like a grandfather. “More suggestions?”

Soap looked down at the list of names he had printed and brought, shoving the paper past Winnie and to Gaz, the man put down his pencil and took the packet in his hand while giving the Scot a side-eye.

“Just going to roll them off.”

You looked to Simon, the unmasked man glanced at you with a nervous glare. You looked to your left and spoke gently, “Make sure they’re not stupid ones. We’ll say yes or no.”

“Lila.”

“No.”

“Penelope.”

“No.”

“We’re talkin’ to yer wife, buddy.” Soap commented, Ghost had rejected the names while you just smiled at your husband. His eyes were still on his daughter, the little baby’s gaze now on her father.

“We’re not even having a baby anytime soon.” The Lieutenant commented, you nodded.

Soap shrugged, Gaz scoffed. “We get to name the next one - this is a meeting, for your information.” The Brit looked down at Winnie, she was still focused on whatever she was drawing on his arm.

“Oh, so you lot get to name my baby?” You laughed a little. “Absolutely not.”

“Well, Mellie’s my godbaby!” Soap whined. “Gaz’s gotta have one too!”

“He’s right, I’ve got to have a godchild too.” Gaz declared, Winnie switched markers from black to blue, beginning to color in some of her drawings. “This one’s Price’s.”

“I’m not popping out kids for each of you to have if we both die.” Your voice was loud and declarative, Soap and Gaz shut their mouths. “What if these are the only two we have? You gonna go to court and get joint custody?”

“Leave the lady alone, muppets.” Price’s voice echoed through the kitchen, he flipped the page in his newspaper.

Soap turned to Gaz, a mischievous smile on his face. “We shuid git married sae we have joint custody.”

You burst out laughing, hand flying to your mouth as Gaz squawked like a bird. Simon glanced at you before staring at Soap, who was cackling and saying , “Wh-What?! ’m right!”

“They’ll be adults before I die anyway.” Your husband commented, before turning back to Mellie - her little hand was reaching for the spoonful of banana he had in his hand. He moved the spoon towards her hand, her fingers curled around the plastic as her father commented, “Last time I checked, my girls’ godfather is Price.”

“They’ll all raise ‘em together anyway,” You then looked back to Gaz and Soap. “Won’t you, boys?”

“Yes ma’am.” Both soldiers nodded, now looking away and interested in Winnie’s art.

Soap began to chuckle as he grabbed her black marker. “Ye'r gonnae hae her art oan yer arm forever, buddy.” He held up the Sharpie in Gaz’s face, whose face paled. He looked down at the marker she was coloring her drawings on his arm in, seeing that it was washable before staring at you.

“You gave her the marker!”

You shrugged, nudging your foot on Simon’s calf. He glanced at you before he took the spoon away from your baby, she made a noise of annoyance and tried to reach for it again. The eight month old let out a whine, tears bubbling up in her eyes but he was quick to hand her the spoonful of banana again. Mellie giggled, taking the spoon from his hand as he said, “Thank you.”

“You gotta name for ‘em, Price?” Soap asked, yanking his list of names from Gaz and grabbing the Sharpie.

Price hummed from behind his newspaper. “Yeah, my mum’s name. Used to be a volunteer at the women’s shelter, used to help troubled kids.” He flipped the page. “Her name was Lyra.”

Your eyes shot to Simon, who looked like a fish out of water for just a moment. His eyes narrowed just a little as he went to wipe away some food from Mellie’s cheek with a wipe. The baby babbled a little, trying to grab his hand and chew on it.

You saw Price’s eyes over the newspaper, the little crinkle of eyebrows told you all you needed.

Simon knew Price’s mom from when he was a kid, at the woman’s shelter Simon’s mom went to several times. He must have been one of those ‘troubled teens’. Your hand went to Simon’s knee, giving it a squeeze before looking back at Price, who had disappeared behind his newspaper again.

“Mumma,” Winnie spoke from beside Gaz, looking over to you.

“Yeah, honey?”

“Can I color on Uncle Soap?” Her hazel eyes were big, she looked as if she was going to pop her lip out to beg. You smirked and pointed to Soap, who had a big smile on his face.

“You need to ask Uncle Soap. Did you ask Uncle Gaz if he liked your art?” You nodded towards Gaz, who stared at the Sharpie in Soap’s hand until Winnie looked up at him.

She quietly asked him if he liked his new art, he smiled and said, “Love it. I’ll keep ‘em forever.”

The girl squealed in delight before looking back at Soap, blue marker in her hand. “Uncle Soap, can I pretty please draw on your arm?”

Soap jutted out his arm, letting the little girl grab it with one hand and immediately began to scribble. Soap’s smile got even bigger as he watched the little artist, you looked back at Simon. He settled the small glass jar on the table beside Soap’s packet, moving to wipe off Mellie’s face as she chewed on her spoon.

Your arms went around Simon’s bicep, moving to rest your cheek into his shoulder to gaze at your baby. You do want another one, but it’s up to your husband - another little girl that smiles just as wide as her sisters, or a boy that loves to play firefighter with his sisters.

You pressed a kiss to your husband’s shoulder before looking at the rest of your family at the dinner table, holding your husband just a little closer. He pressed a kiss to your head before trying to take back the spoon from his daughter, who almost started screaming bloody murder.

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tg-pilled · 2 months

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Tokyo Ghoul Characters as MCR songs

This is for shits and giggles, please don't take this too serious. I originally wanted to cover Every album and compare Every song to a character from each album and then realized nobody cares that deeply so here is a brief version!

Kaneki - Famous Last Words - "Can you see my eyes are shining bright? 'Cause I'm out here on the other side of a jet black hotel mirror and I'm so weak. Is it hard understanding, I'm incomplete?"

Haise - AMBULANCE - "And we will wear our masks again, out after dark, 'cause we are up for everything it takes, and we are not the same."

Ginshi - Cancer - "But counting down the days to go, it just ain't living, and I just hope you know that if you say goodbye today, I'd ask you to be true because the hardest part of this is leaving you."

Urie - Sleep - "Don't you breathe for me, undeserving of your sympathy, 'cause there ain't no way I'm sorry for what I did."

Mutsuki - DESTROYA - "With duct-tape scars on my honey, they don't like who you are. You won't like where we'll go, brother, protect me now."

Saiko - The Kids from Yesterday - "All the cameras watch the accidents and stars you hate. They only care if you can bleed. Does the television make you feel the pills you ate or every person that you need to be?"

Arima - The Foundations of Decay - "Let the flesh submit itself to gravity. Let our bodies lay, mark our hearts with shame. Let our blood in vain, you find God in pain. Now if your convictions were a passing phase, may your ashes feed the river in the morning rays. And as the vermin crawls we lay in the foundations of decay."

Hide - The World is Ugly - "These are their hearts, but their hearts don't beat like ours. They burn 'cause they are all afraid. But mine beats twice as hard, 'cause the world is ugly, but you're beautiful to me."

Touka - The Ghost of You - "At the top of my lungs in my arms she dies, she dies. At the end of the world, or the last thing I see, you are never coming home."

Hinami - Cemetary Drive - "If you want, I'll keep on crying. Did you get what you deserve? Is this what you always want me for? I miss you."

Ayato - Thank You for the Venom - "I keep a gun in the book you gave me. Hallelujah, lock and load. Black is the kiss, the touch of the serpent son."

Nishiki - The Jetset Life Is Gonna Kill You - "Gaze into her killing jar, I'd sometimes stare for hours. She even poked the holes so I can breathe."

Eto - Give 'Em Hell Kid - "Some might say we are made from the sharpest things you say. We are young and we don't care. Your dreams and your hopeless hair. We never wanted it to be this way for all our lives."

Naki - The Only Hope for Me is You - "Because you're the only hope for me. And if we can't find where we belong, we'll have to make it on our own."

Takizawa - House of Wolves - "Tell me I'm an angel, take this to my grave. Tell me I'm a bad man, kick me like a stray."

Tsukiyama - Romance - There's no lyrics but the vibe is *chefs kiss*

Uta - I Never Told You What I Do for a Living - "It ain't the money and it sure as hell ain't just for the fame, it's for the bodies I claim and lose. Only go so far 'til you bury them so deep and down we go, down."

Renji - Headfirst for Halos - "And as the fragments of my skull begin to fall, fall on your tongue like pixie dust, just think happy thoughts, and we'll fly home."

Juuzou - Mama - "Well, mother, what the war did to my legs and to my tongue. You should've raised a baby girl, I should've been a better son."

Rize - Our Lady of Sorrows - "We could be perfect lovers one last night, and die like star-crossed lovers when we fight."

Akira - Skylines and Turnstiles - "We walk in single file. We light our rails and punch our time. Ride escalators colder than a cell. The broken city-sky, like butane on my skin, stolen from my eyes."

Amon - Save Yourself, I'll Hold Them Back - "For all of us who've seen the light, salute the dead and lead the fight. Who gives a damn if we lose the war? Let the walls come down, let the engines roar."

Feel free to add your own interpretations but these are songs that I think relate to the characters! :)

#tokyo ghoul #mcr #tgre #tg kaneki #tg:re

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respectthepetty · 1 year

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Plant Daddy Dome

Round 3 of I-Should've-Just-Binged-This-When-It-Was-Finished!

Find Round 1 and Round 2 here.

Many people have pointed out that the same flower Khatha first sees Dome with is the same flower that Dome gives Anthika. This flower, Lily of the valley, represents rebirth and happiness. The lotus on Anthika's card and tattoo also represents rebirth.

However, Lily of the valley is a very biblical flower. The flower symbolizes the tears Eve cried when she was banished from Eden, the flower is used for gauging someone's pureness at heaven's gate, and it's poisonous.

Adam & Eve

In the bible, Adam and Eve aren't separated. They are banished from Eden, but Midnight Museum offering up the tale with the now-humans being separated seems intentional. Throughout this opening sequence, Dome narrates how God won't help those who don't help themselves and how God gives us what we need in unexpected ways.

Because I'm my own worst enemy, Khatha seeing Dome with the Lily of valley as Dome exits the flower shop would be similar to Adam watching a crying Eve leave the garden of Eden. Dome returns to Eden the shop only to encounter the serpent Anthika who he gives the flowers that represent rebirth and pureness. Ton and Anne should be Adam and Eve, but...Khatha is immortal. We don't know how long he has been immortal. If he was lonely, a gift from a God could have come in a small boat. However, these two could have done something to upset God, and they were separated.

Cursed Objects

June told Khatha they are similar. She didn't state how, but June's grief over her betrayal of her lover drowned her and made her a ghost. June's cursed object was the wedding dress. When Dome entered Zone 16, the dress was the first item to go missing (the mannequin is no longer wearing the dress).

The typewriter was the next to start acting out

When Jib and his crew rob the museum, all the remaining cursed items were taken

June commented that the moths were the only objects that were alive, and Anthika told Ton he didn't deserve life.

However, June, who is attached to the dress, is alive. The writer who couldn't finish his story was attached to the typewriter. Ton had a heartbeat and so did Anne.

These objects aren't objects. They are people who have been cursed...through their own doing. That's the curse. God won't help them until they help themselves. June said immortality is a curse, and her and Khatha are the same. Khatha said he wasn't cursed, but at the end of episode six, who doesn't have a heartbeat? Dome.

What if Adam and Eve were banished from the garden and separated, not just in space but time. Both cursed, but one can never die, and the other never really alive.

And what if they have what they need to not be cursed since God delivers salvation in unexpected ways?

Stray Thoughts

Khatha offered Ton controlled freedom. He told Ton that he had to go back to the museum but he didn't have to stay contained in Zone 16. June is currently living this situation, but why is Triphop there? In the pilot, Triphop exhibited some supernatural powers and the shadow people lurked around him.

Is he also cursed and that is why his grandfather brought him to the museum?

The kids in the fifth episode (salt) transported to Anthika's place, where we saw the salt lady and the piano teacher merge into Anthika. The kid in the fourth episode (evil round stone) ran to her place, and the other kid had the same tattoo as her. The kid stated they needed to tell the museum owner about the stone. The incident that happened in episode four was briefly mentioned in episode five.

Tay's character told Anthika he had tested Dome several times. Jib wasn't the one to pick up the museum's card in the alley; it was a gloved hand. The antique shop owner stated he wasn't purchasing the stolen goods, but a MAN had left the lotus card in case anyone wanted to sale some odd items. Dome saw an evil presence in the mirror.

Tay's character made sure Jib got the card to rob the museum. He made sure that the cursed items would find their way out into the world (with no intention of getting them himself except for the bbq body), so they would test Dome. Also, we know Anthika, and possibly by extension Tay's character, can change appearances, so have they impersonated other characters?

The issue with the tests are the human aspect of them. Anthika only saw Ton as an object. The salt lady and the piano teacher (who were possibly Anthika) only saw the daughter and stepmother as pawns in their game. Anthika is collecting worshipers and sacrifices not people. Anthika wants servants.

Khatha worried about what would happen to the boy with the stone when Bam said he would go to jail for murder. It seemed as if Dome resurrected Rin to give Moth what he wanted. Dome and Khatha helped the writer finish his story. Khatha saw Ton's humanity.

Anthika's followers were in maid outfits and asking people if they were happy or felt like they belonged. The stories so far have dealt with loss of love, finding happiness, and a sense of belonging, but Anthika is offering an escape from all of that.

I don't think Dome is an alien, but if he is, is he showing that humanity is worth the hassle?

And the way to beat this new god is leaning into the human parts of themselves. They must love each other and work as a group. They must find happiness.

Because to beat a god, Dome and Khatha have to be human. Will Khatha have to give up his immortality (a rib) to make Dome human since God helps us differently than what we expect?

#Midnight Museum #I'm losing it!#The connected dots are unraveling #Khatha is going to sacrifice something for Dome #Ain't no other way #I should've binged this #I'm going to go insane

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mannylikessims · 3 months

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The True Story of the Villareal Family [1.1]

Welcome to the true story of the Villareal family of Windenburg, a family that Definitely Does Not Have Any Secrets.

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It was a gorgeous day at the Von Haunt Estate and nobody wanted to be there.

Jacques Villareal gestured around the fancy grounds. “This is it, offspring – the cherished tourist destination that is the Von Haunt Estate.”

“We are having a Family Fun Day. Now smile.”

He looked at his children and didn't smile.

Hugo and Luna groaned.

“Max, you were too young to remember, but at our last Family Fun Day, someone died under mysterious circumstances,” Hugo explained to his little brother.

Max lit up. “Cool, does that mean someone’s gonna die?”

Jacques sniffed loudly, not answering the question.

“Now, bugger off, my pedestrian offspring. I don’t care what you do all day, as long as you meet me at the secret location after nightfall for some family-friendly and Definitely Not Criminal activities.”

Jacques said the last part loudly, just in case anyone was listening in on them.

Wait, total freedom to roam the Von Haunt Estate? Heck yeah! The kids peeled off in different directions, finally excited for the day.

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Luna strolled through the gardens – so lush, green, and romantic.

“All I’m missing is my Prince Charming,” she said, sighing dreamily.

“Hello, child!” A ghostly figure popped out of the bushes towards Luna. “Are you looking for love? I would like to offer my aid.”

“Uh…” Luna stared in shock.

“Apologies, let me introduce myself: I am Lady Mimsy. That is, her ghost!”

“Uh…”

“I overheard you pining for a prince. But I would like to tell you the story of a young woman who was married for money and at first felt resentful, but then grew to fall in love. And then her husband killed her in an accidental fire.”

“Uhhh…”

“So what I’m saying is, keep an open mind, because your future love may not seem like a prince at first! You never know when your knight in shining armor might appear!”

Knight in shining armor? This wasn't Sims Medieval; knights in shining armor didn’t exist anymore. But, regardless, Luna decided that Mimsy was cool.

“Sooo." She grinned. “You wanna look at cute boys’ Simstas with me?”

“Uh…” said the ghost.

Luna whipped out her cell. “See, you can look up the cute boys on your phone here. But we only follow the cute, nice ones. The uggos and mean ones, we unfollow.”

Mimsy frowned. “But… how do they get out of there? You’ve trapped them in your device…”

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Hugo was the only one of the family who actually cared about learning things, or so he claimed, so he made it his mission to read every informational plaque scattered across the estate.

He learned that the estate had been occupied by a wealthy Victorian couple: the kind Lady Mimsy and the cantankerous Lord Bernard. History, nice. Hugo could feel his brain growing with knowledge.

Their portraits hung in the museum, next to the very fireplace that allegedly killed them both. According to the plaque, Lord Bernard was so unhappy with one of his paintings, he tossed it into the fireplace and started a fire that killed him and his wife. Hugo nodded solemnly. History do be like that sometimes.

Hugo spotted another plaque, proud of how much history he was learning, and opened the Voidcritter Go! app on his phone. Hold up, was that a Dicoatl up ahead?? That Voidcritter is, like, super rare!

The plaque stood forgotten as Hugo blazed ahead headfirst, eyes down, into dense green shrubbery.

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The littlest Villareal, however, did not care for plaques. Max didn’t even know how to read.

History? Boring.

Art? Boring.

Beautifully tended gardens? Boring.

But wait! Who was that up ahead? A ghost!? Now this was interesting.

And it just so happened that Max had but one major wish in his young life.

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#thesims4 #simlit #sims4 #windenburg #luna villareal #villareal #get together #the true story of the villareal family #hugo villareal #jacques villareal #max villareal #ts4 #the sims 4 #Von Haunt Estate #tTSotVF

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Okay, I got two episodes to burn through (pun intended), and apparently we won’t find out until May if the show is getting renewed, so I’m a little peeved, but, here we go.

Last time on Quantum Leap: A whole bunch of Hannah.

Also, fucking Gideon indirectly forced Magic to throw himself under the bus.

Meanwhile in 2026/2024, Jen (in my head) spent a whole real time week trying to talk Magic out of this.

“I can’t imagine this place without you.” Well, if NBC decides to play fucking ball, maybe we won’t have to.

“Stay for one last leap?” “Not this time.” Show, I already said NBC was on thin ice with the on the nose shit.

And Ben leaps into that one level of Balan Wonderworld, so you know he’s in Hell.

“I’m a firefighter. Cool.” Ben, you are in the middle of a fire.

Oh goody, the TV committed suicide.

“We were testing my new circuit board-“ Either this kid is Hannah’s son, or he’s Kid Gideon. The literal only two options.

“Your dad is gonna be okay.” “That’s not my dad, he’s my neighbor.” Oh, so he can die then, cool.

“My dad died a couple years back. We all thought a heart attack would get him, but then he ran a red light.”

New Jersey fucking claims another victim…

“…mom, why are you looking like you know the firefighter? Does this have to do with that Cairo thing dad mentioned a couple years ago?”

And Ben is about to give Ziggy a stroke by exploring the stock market, and luckily Hannah is smarter than that.

Plot twist: Ben somehow caused that car accident.

“Hey, Ben, I know you’re in the middle of Hannah shit, but I gotta tell you about the Gideon plot now, sorry.”

Okay, so Ben’s guy is about to retire, shot in the dark, the leap has to do with him dying on the job.

Okay, I am now confident in my guess that this leap or the next will retcon Gideon from the plot if you’re doubling down on Magic “leaving”, I am confident.

“Whelp, I shoved a plant into a box, time to go.”

“You should have let them fire me.” Ian, no offense, but I am willing to bet Gideon is gonna demand all of you quit.

“Look, Jenn, I know you kept wanting me to not do this, so as a prize, you’re New Magic.”

So yeah, Magic is totally gone from the show for real, definitely gone- so anyway, back to Hannah.

“It’s been three leaps. I had some fun in the 80s.”

“Do I look old?” Hannah, you haven’t aged a day since 1948.

Ben, once again, unless you caused that car crash, stop blaming yourself.

Hannah is the key to Quantum Leap.

“This is the last episode I’m in, Ben. To celebrate, explosion.”

So, the plot has been hijacked by the Transformers, got it.

Okay, so now we’re doing The Towering Inferno.

CALLED IT

“Lady, stop acting like I’m talking to ghosts, I’m a firefighter, and you ain’t.”

“20 years of experience” is basically the Get Out of Jail Free card for this leap.

This is turning into the plot of a Webster episode…

How many fires has Hannah seen in her life, goddamn…

Ben, Hannah has seen Nazis and the ending of Red Dead Redemption, a fire ain’t nothing by comparison.

“The chagrined look on your face tells me Addison says I’m right, so I win.”

“HEY, WHEN SOMEONE KNOCKS ON THE DOOR, YOU ANSWER IT!” Fucking mic drop.

Great, now the fire is chasing you.

“We gotta go through the fire.” “Fuck that shit, even if this is our fault!”

And Gideon has been ripping out the wires… Or it’s because Ian had shit timing, either or.

And Hannah has decided this burning building needs a love triangle.

“The one thing I did that actually worked”, my ass. Ben, you kicked cancer’s ass last week.

“Look at this from a cosmic perspective.” Hannah, the last time someone said that in this show, they were looking to be stuck in the Imaging Chamber for 1600 years.

And now the Fire Sheilds are armed.

Hacking into the power grid to defend the rock, roll goddamn tide.

I love how this looks like a music video.

The fire is angry!

There, they escaped the music video.

…is Hannah gonna die this leap?

I actually admire the fact Jeffery didn’t sneak back inside to get Josh’s stuff. [And three… two… one…]

“I know I just inhaled a bunch of smoke, but I just solved the plot-” “Ben, the building exploded again, that means Jeffery snuck back inside.”

Ian is having his Khan moment, everyone is doing great mentally.

“Math’s just not mathin’.”

So, the DARPA code should be in a museum, got it.

Jenn, stop acting like Magic ain’t immediately coming back.

Hannah, it’s bad enough Ben keeps blaming himself for shit…

And now the fire is retaliating.

God is fucking pissed at you all this week.

“Look, I know I’m pinned, but Jeffery’s more important.”

If Hannah does this episode, then this is a shitty way to go, dear god…

And Hannah decides now is the time to solve the plot.

Jeffery, it’s your own fault this is happening, stop being bitchy.

Jeffery, if you don’t want to see a grown man cry, leave now.

ANNNNNNND THEY FORGOT TO GRAB THE DARPA FILE.

“Time isn’t a river. It’s an ocean. Hopefully you trapped that file from my apartment.”

And Hannah dies…

“Let me use my dying breath to fix your relationship problems.”

Crawling on the ledge of a burning building. If I had to do that, I would instantly die.

Yeah, Ian, just type shit!

…is that constant idea gonna be the thing to undo the time skip?

The only way is down. I would 100% die on the spot.

How is Ben not shitting himself in fear as he does this?

“I know you’re scared! I’m scared too!” NO SHIT

“Choose courage! Jump from the exploding building!”

“Let’s go save your mom!” Ummmmmm…

And back into the music video we go.

Oh, cool, Hannah still has life in her…

NBC, seriously, you need to renew this show.

And Ben gets bailed out by a mention of retirement.

“Tell her thanks. She knows.” Fuck yeah she does, she was the only one to solve the plot.

And Hannah’s code turns out to be Stop ‘n’ Swop.

And in comes the armed gunmen.

“I wanted Ian fired. Magic didn’t do that, so, fuck it.”

Hannah got a sneak preview to this movie, Ben, she doesn’t need to see it.

And Jeffery is about to learn about Ben.

I love how Hannah is getting the kind of goodbye montage a show does when a character dies… despite not being dead.

“I wrote DARPA code to get you home, Ben. I even had a file in my apartment containing the data, you grabbed it, right?”

“…lady, why was I hugging you?”

And Gideon decides to be an even bigger asshole than he was prior, so Addison decides to steal a gun.

Addison, don’t play chicken with the universe here…

…so, they have the spare keys to Beth’s house, I take it?

One down one to go. Gideon is 100% gonna get retconned.

#as the world burns #quantum leap #spoilers #balan wonderworld #transformers #the towering inferno #a very special episode #Webster #the leap back #star trek ii: the wrath of khan #banjo kazooie

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th3-r4t-k1ng · 9 months

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Mike Wheeler Power AU

this has been on my mind for a while; i might try and write it myself-

Mike Wheeler who cant die, Mike Wheeler who can see and talk and interact with ghosts.

(Think like Klaus from the umbrella academy.)

Mike Wheeler who is #13 from Hawkins lab but never showed any powers outwardly so the lab gets rid of him via adoption, they figure he's too young to remember anything from the lab anyway, and if he's living in Hawkins they can monitor him just in case powers do pop up.

Except no powers pop up and at 13 they figure 'He's a normal kid with a very active imagination and no powers' and so they drop the surveillance and focus on El (self explanatory), and Will once back from the upside down and has more promise power wise the Mike ever did in their eyes.

Mike grows up adopted by the Wheelers who thought Karen, who was having fertility problems, wouldn't ever be able to give them a second child like they wanted (Holly was their miracle baby after Mike) They 'Love' him, provide for him, try to connect with him; but its hard; He's hard to connect with.

Mike has an 'overactive imagination' and new imaginary friends pop up each week, The Wheelers think he's being rude when he tells them his newest imaginary friend is a older man named Mr. Charlie; Karen tells him to stop making fun of their old neighbour's death. Mike was never aware he passed.

Mike always seems to know things he shouldn't, like how the late Mrs. Johnson had a drug problem or that Miss Read had passed away in her sleep before the general populace knew she was dead.

Ted tells Karen something is wrong with Mike; that maybe they were wrong to adopt. When Mike brings up his dead grandmother who Karen never talks about she agrees, They take him to a exorcist, they take him to church regularly and slowly Mike gets 'fixed'

Mike is 13 when he first figures out something about him isnt quite right.

When he jumps from the quarry El can't catch him and he falls. He finds himself in a barren white space with a tall women who takes him in her arms and promises everything will be alright. He wakes up on edge of the quarry, El and Dustin looming over him, Dustin crying and yelling and El giving him a look he cant quite decipher.

El 'saved' him, at least thats what Dustin thinks; in reality El brought what should have been his corpse back atop the quarry, and she is very confused as to how Mike survived.

El still disappears, and Mike is left alone with no one to help him figure out what's going on. He cant ask his parents, he doesn't trust or know how to contact Owens so he acts normal and focuses on Will. The quarry death incident is pushed to the back of his mind once he realizes something is wrong with Will and from there things progress like canon until he finds El with Hopper.

Mike still breaks down and gets mad at Hopper, then he's reunited with El.

(in my mind El and Mike don't really get involved romantically, when he's with her he's more focused on trying to figure out how the fuck he didn't die and who the lady in white space is.)

(I suppose you could imagine this with whatever romantic pairing for Mike you want, I prefer Byler; however you can imagine mileven if you want, you do you)

S2&3 progress similar to canon; Max & Billy show up, however Mike still plays D&D with Will and doesn't brush if off like he did in the show, its a good distraction from everything else.

Then things start going sideways with the mindflayer, Mike gets overwhelmed with how many people are being possessed; the mindflayer basically pushes the soul out of its body and suddenly Mike is seeing tons of souls that shouldn't be souls, He realizes something is really wrong when he sees double of Will & Billy (possessed body and wandering soul)

Mike can't really talk to the souls of the mindflayers victims till they die, thats kinda of when he realizes that the people he sees are ghosts.

Will & El move, Mike sends letters to El about his maybe powers, he doesn't send letters to Will trying to call daily instead, Joyces job holds up the line, he wont send letters to Will though, focused on trying to figure himself out, and he can never figure out how to write letters to Will well, they always end up too intimate (insert lettergate here lol)

Will & Mikes family assume he's dating El, He still joins hellfire and still plans to go to california. Max still pulls away, deals with Vecnas curse, Lucas & her are still broken up, Chrissy still dies in Eddies trailer starting the manhunt and Vecna arc.

However Vecna targets Mike first; noesbleeds, hallucinations, the whole nine yards. Mike flouts, his bones break and he dies.

Instead of the tall woman in whitespace Mike ends up having a flashback to the lab; he sees himself with El and 01 and the other numbers; #13 tattooed on pale white skin. He sees his adoption after the scientists determined he had no powers. He sees one of them burn the tattoo off him before he's adopted by the Wheelers.

He wakes up in a pool of his own blood knowing more about himself then he ever has, he understands himself better now.

Then he gets shipped off to California.

(This is a rough draft, this has also been eating away at my brain for the past few days. I will be writing more, and refining it. If you wanna use this to write something please do, then tag me, i wanna read it. Also expect more little bits from this AU. I have gotten very attached)

Theres a second part now

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Our Empty Graves VII

Fandom: Danny Phantom / Batman: Under the Red Hood

Pairings: Danny Fenton/Jason Todd (Dead on Main)

Rating: Mature

Tags: batfamily, hazmat AU, Nobody Knows AU, Mute!Phantom, potential ghost king danny, slow burn?, DC means Disregard Canon, AU means AU nothing is exactly the same, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, more than canon typical violence, danny is a Halfa and also a Fetch, no beta we die like basically everyone

Summary: They say that Red Hood has a loyal mutt. The man rules his territory in Crime Alley with an iron fist and a guard dog at his side. They say that Hood calls him Fetch, sometimes Fetcher. No one's ever heard him speak. Anyone who's ever seen him says he looks like an experiment gone wrong, that Hood picked him up somewhere unspeakable. They say he'll do anything Red Hood asks of him and he'll do it well. That he's strong and fast and probably inhuman. The girls say he's sweet; quiet but charming in his own way. Rival gangs say he's vicious; that he'd sooner rip your throat out than let you go.

Jason just wants to help him.

Chapter 7: your eyes once were blue but now they’re fading (green they go)

Chapter Summary: An introduction, an impromptu strip show, and a sparring session that goes terribly wrong.

Chapter Notes: title from Green Jewels by Kriill Links: AO3 // Chapter 1 // Chapter 6 // Chapter 8 // Spotify

Fetcher, somehow, had in fact mostly healed by the afternoon and was listlessly dragging his feet as they made their way to the dingy little dojo Lady Shiva kept hidden away near the Narrows. Jason still planned to take it easy on him but he wasn’t about to let the other know that. Let him dread the training, Glowstick deserved it for scaring Jason shitless when he found the kid passed out in a pool of toxic green in the bathtub. He’d noticed the small specks of blood leading away from the fight just a little too late. He’d been too busy tying up loose ends and he’d been terrified at the thought that he wouldn’t get there in time. Not that he cared about the stupid jellyfish or anything. He was just a convenient tool.

(He was lying to himself and he knew it, but it was something he did not have the time to acknowledge.)

Sandra had been willing to let him use the dojo when he called, but only on the condition that she meet the person he was training. To asses them. Jason agreed but it made him nervous. He hoped that she would just dismiss him. It’s not like Fetcher really had much fighting spirit, or inherent skill. He was scrappy, like Jason had once been. Learned to fight in the moment, off the streets. Got better out of necessity. Sandra didn’t really have a mind to train those she thought unworthy- it was a waste of her time. Jason just hoped she’d dismiss him and move on, letting him train the kid without worrying she’d come back and challenge him to a fight to the death. He also didn’t want her reporting anything back to Ra’s, which was part of the negotiation to use the dojo. No telling the League anything about Fetcher. She’d been even more intrigued by that and it made him nervous, but ever since he’d bested her with a single chop to the neck, she’d respect his wished. He still didn’t really want The Lady Shiva getting anywhere near Fetcher but her dojo would be the best place for them to train privately and freely without wrecking shit.

Last thing he needed was for anyone to see Fetcher throw him through a wall with his super strength on accident. He had a reputation.

He wondered, often, what a Fetch really was because Jellyfish sure had a shitton of powers that didn’t make any fucking sense. Invisibility, density-shifting, strength, night-vision, accelerated healing, weird chirping noises, super-hearing(he wasn’t sure on that one, but it’s not like he could ask), and the ability to hover. He couldn’t fly, as far as Jason could tell, but he could hover in the air like he just chose to let go of gravity. He could get places pretty fast that way too, floating about buildings while Jason grappled and roof hopped. Strange as hell.

He didn’t press, though. He knew a thing or two about keeping secrets and he wasn’t about to force one out of a kid that was doing it out of self-defense. Fetcher didn’t have a malicious bone in his body- Jason would extend to him just this little bit of trust. (That time he’d seen the guy rip someone’s arm off for selling to kids didn’t count. Anyone with good sense would have done that.)

He was all dressed up in full Red Hood gear, doing a small ground patrol with Fetch along the way. Might as well get a look at the state of the streets before beating the shit out of each other. He’d do a full patrol in the night after. He didn’t have any plans that needed direct oversight tonight so he could be a little leisurely with his run.

The sun was setting, dusk rolling in with golden rays straining to be seen through the omnipresent fog. The sidewalk was cracked and covered in trash, bullet holes, and suspicious stains. The buildings around them were grungy and gray and one strong wind away from falling apart. If he looked close enough he could see people, broken and wary, huddling within dark homes or darker alleyways. The sounds of the city drifted down to them like they were far away and muffled. Like the life and hubbub of city-living didn’t touch these streets, the dirty underbelly to a dirty underbelly of a city. Like nothing dared to move in these parts, still and watching, always watching. These were Red Hood’s streets and he would see them change.

Lists and plans and calculations spun through his head as they walked (and hovered, lazy ass) toward their destination. Soon they would be filled with life like they’d never seen before. They would be safe. They would be clean. They would be happy. Materials to fix the sidewalks. A committee to clean up the trash and keep it clean. A crew to restore the buildings and create stable, affordable housing. Programs to fill the housing with the houseless- to give them clean homes, clean clothes, and good food. The sun did not shine in these parts of Gotham, but he would bring the light to them regardless.

They stopped on the edge just before the Narrows and ducked down a strip of alleyway that could barely be called that. Jason’s shoulders scraped the building on either side. They made it to a nondescript door that nearly blended into the bricks around them. He knocked in a rhythmic pattern and the door slid to the side, revealing Sandra in all her Lady Shiva glory. He could almost feel Fetcher’s curiosity and fear spike behind him.

“Lady Shiva,” he greeted, since it seemed she wanted to play dress up with the rest of them today.

“Red Hood,” she greeted back, voice flat and expression drawn. Like she didn’t want to be here even though she was the one that insisted. “Dog,” she said, looking over Jason’s shoulder where he knew Fetcher was hovering.

He could feel the guy reel back in offense and he had to stifle a snicker. He knew the kid hated the reputation he’d been given by the guys on the street, that had apparently spread enough for Sandra to get wind of it. Red Hood’s loyal dog. His fault for choosing a name like Fetcher and biting people, honestly.

Fetcher heaved a silent sigh and melted onto Jason’s shoulder, resigned, before giving Sandra a little wave. There, now they’d all introduced themselves and Sandra could just- leave. Preferably.

She did not.

“In,” she commanded, stepping into the dark behind her and beckoning them to follow.

They were on the landing of a very thin and narrow staircase that traveled down deep into the dark. Fetcher shut the door behind them and they heard an automatic click as it locked. The three of them ventured down into the depths with nothing but the eerie glow that the Fetch constantly had surrounding him lighting the way.

They came to another door, a sliding one with paper panels. Or at least, that’s what it looked like at first until you noticed the metallic sheen to the white panels. Shiva pressed a hand to a pad next to the door and it slid open with a pneumatic hiss. Alright. Here’s hoping she didn’t just lock them in there. Though, Fetcher could probably just shift out of there if they needed. Man, having a guy with powers on his side was fucking sweet. Batman didn’t know what he was missing, the ass.

The dojo they entered was spacious and empty and brightly lit. Plenty of room for them to throw each other around without consequence.

Sandra walked to the side, pressing a small button that turned an entire wall reflective, like a mirror.

“I want,” she said, circling him and Fetcher like a hawk, “to see every angle. I must see everything to know if you are worthy.”

Fetcher tilted his head to the side. A question. He’d told the other a little about what would be happening here, but not the full “she might challenge you to a deathmatch” bit. Still, he knew to be wary of Shiva and that’s what mattered.

“Move,” she told Jason and he sighed before stepping away and leaving Fetcher to her mercy. It felt wrong to do so. Like a betrayal. He shook the feeling off. Everything would be fine.

Shiva circled again, ready to strike at a moments notice. Fetcher looked tense and guarded, glowing eyes watching her every move. The room was quiet, unsettlingly so. Shiva made no sound when she walked and Fetcher didn’t even look like he was breathing. Jason got the feeling he was watching two predators face off. But that couldn’t be right because Fetcher might be vicious sometimes but he wouldn’t hurt a fly.

Shiva pounced first, practically growling as she fell through Fetcher when he turned intangible. Jason felt like he could sense a sharp amusement from the other as he turned and ducked another blow from Shiva. It didn’t last long, however, as the Lady caught him off guard and took him down before he could let her phase through him, keeping him trapped on the floor so quickly he couldn’t react. She had a hand poised above his chest, ready to strike with deadly force.

“You rely too much on your power,” she spat before thrusting the hand down.

Jason choked on a shout, stepping forward to stop her even though he’d never make it time. Regret filled him. He should have never taken the risk. And now Fetcher would pay for it.

Her hand sunk into his chest like it was made of goo. And Jason might have thought this was just another handy use of intangibility if it weren’t for the sudden convulsions from the other. Shiva bent down and whispered something in Fetcher’s ear before releasing him just as Jason roughly shoved her off.

“He’s here to learn,” he yelled, crouching over the kid as his convulsions stopped and he looked to be panting. Good. At least he was still breathing. “You weren’t supposed to touch him!”

Shiva sneered. “He doesn’t deserve my space. My time. He’s worthless.”

“It’s not up to you what he’s worth,” he hissed, pulling a gun from his holster. “I earned the right to use your dojo as I please after defeating your arrogant ass. Leave.”

He should have done this from the beginning. Should have never let her negotiate. Never let her anywhere near his- (he hesitated to say friend, even within his own mind, but the sentiment was there). Fetcher was hurt before this and was likely injured even more now and it was his fault both times. He clenched his hand around the gun, toying with the safety. He wanted to kill her for touching what was his. He’d hoped to keep a somewhat cordial relationship with Shiva, hence the agreement in the first place. But now all he wanted was her dead.

“You managed a lucky hit,” she spat, glaring daggers even as she moved back toward the door. “Your replacement does better than you.”

He fired before he even had time to think, bullet embedding into the brick wall behind the spot Sandra’s head had been a few seconds earlier. She gave him an unimpressed look and backed further toward the stairs.

A shaking hand patting his calf brought him out of his rage, but only just. He looked down to find Fetcher giving him an unreadable look before patting his calf again and giving a wobbly thumbs-up.

His distraction gave Shiva the opportunity to escape. He sighed and holstered his gun again. He crouched until he was closer to Fetcher and looked him over with a critical eye. He looked a little worse for wear but not too terrible all things considered. He was shaking just slightly still, but he didn’t look to be in pain.

“You good, jellyfish?” he asked, watching as the shakes slowed until coming to a stop altogether. Fetcher took a deep breath and then nodded before hauling himself up. Jason followed.

“Whatever she did, she wasn’t supposed to,” he said, trying to soften his words. He hated that he put the other through that when it wasn’t necessary. Fighting in the street was his own choice, fighting the Lady Shiva was not.

Fetcher was rubbing at his chest, like it was tender, before waving a dismissive hand. Whatever she’d done he seemed to be shaking it off now. That took a weight off Jason’s shoulders at least.

Fetcher turned to Jason, eyes squinted in a playful smile. He gestured around the empty dojo before dropping into a fighting stance and beckoning Jason to do the same.

He snorted. “You know you aren’t allowed to use your powers here, right? You got shot because you couldn’t dodge once already.”

Fetcher rolled his eyes and repeated the beckoning motion.

Jason circled him instead. “How much mobility do you even have in that suit?”

Fetcher dropped the fighting stance and tilted his head to the side. Thoughtful. Then he shrugged and looked at Jason before doing a full body wiggle, as if to show him just how mobile he could be.

Good god he looked ridiculous. Jason had to suppress his laughter, trying harder than he had ever tried in a long, long time. He was silent as he reigned himself in before choking out, “Don’t ever do that again.”

Fetcher just tilted his head to the side in the opposite direction and stepped closer. And then wiggled- his arms going out to the side and his body shimmying like he was trying to dance like an inflatable tube man. The fact that he was- whatever the hell he was, made the motion slightly more fluid, like he was made of jello. What the fuck.

Jason pulled in a deep breath, still refusing to laugh. He would not give in to this little shit. He could never know. “Fucking. Stop that.”

He stepped closer and Jason stood his ground, refusing to back away even as the other got right up in his face. And fucking wiggled.

Jason caught him by surprise with a headlock and flipped him over his shoulder. He heard the satisfying thumb of the other’s body making contact with the floor and subsequent wheeze of air being knocked out of his lungs. Good.

“Back to my original question,” he ground out, looming over Fetch and placing a boot against his chest. He didn’t press down but he wasn’t about to let the other up at the moment. “Can you fight in the suit. Properly? Do you get overheated? Do you even have anything else or are you stuck in that? I’ve never seen you without it and you’ve never asked for a change of clothes.”

Fetcher blinked up at him slowly. Gathering his thoughts. He was quiet for a while, the air around him melancholic for some reason. Eventually he gave a weak shrug, not looking Jason in the eye and instead staring up at the ceiling and laying limp against the floor.

Jason nudged him with his boot. “Strip.”

He got a bewildered look in return and a hand gesture as if to say, what the fuck?

“You heard me,” he said, moving to the side and hauling the other up under the arms like a kitten before setting him on his feet. “Strip.”

Again with the blank stare. Jason rolled his eyes, moving his head with the motion to really emphasize the point through the helmet. “You don’t know if you can take off the suit, so try. If things go horribly wrong for some reason, then stop.”

Fetcher held his hands on his hips before raising one, palm up, and giving Jason a flat stare. Why? he seemed to say. He put his hands up in fists and waved them like he was boxing before resuming the questioning stance. We’re here to train, why bother with whatever this is?

“What happens if you get shot again and I need to asses the wound but we don’t know what taking the suit off would do to you? What if your suit is getting in the way of a fight? Edges getting snagged or the tank getting in the way? What happens if something interferes with your suit and you need to get rid of it quick?”

Fetcher’s shoulders dropped and he waved his hand to stop Jason. Alright, alright. You made your point.

The room was still, bright lights and shiny flooring creating a harsh glare and emphasizing just how large and empty the room was. Jason waited patiently as Fetcher seemed to gather himself, hesitant and thinking deeply about his options.

There was something sad about him, something scared. Jason didn’t like it but he really did need to know what would happen if something happened to the hazmat suit the other wore. It’d been bad enough fishing that bullet out of his abdomen, if he needed to rip the suit he wanted to know he could do it safely. If there was any merit in what the Bat Bastard had taught him, it was that paranoia was always worth it in the end. He didn’t know anything about Fetcher’s deal, and it seemed Fetcher didn’t either. He wondered about that. He could be some type of alien for all he knew, but it didn’t feel like that. The kid didn’t seem like he was always a Fetch, like he wasn’t born as he was now. He had the same air as some of the rogues or even other heroes he used to work with. Those that came into their powers and had to learn through trial and error, those that felt tortured by their powers. Cursed instead of blessed.

The other stayed on edge but eventually gave a small nod in assent. Good.

He gestured to the wall that had turned into mirrors and then made a wave as if to turn them off . Jason shrugged and meandered over to the panel Shiva had used earlier, finding the button and deactivating the reflective surface.

He wondered if Fetcher was afraid of seeing his own reflection and what that said about his mental state. Not that Jason was one to talk but the thought was still there. He had so many questions he wanted to ask, but refused to ask them to break their unspoken agreement not to pry into each other’s business. Fetcher hadn’t once asked why he was doing what he did or anything else about his shitty backstory. Jason could extend the same courtesy. (How inhuman was he under that suit? Had he been human before? What caused it all? Why had he been running and why did he not have anywhere to go? Why had he ended on top of Jason’s empty grave? What in the hell had he been doing that he never took off his hazmat suit? ) He leaned back against the wall and waited.

Jason watched Fetcher and Fetcher watched Jason. Neither made a move. The small green lights that he assumed were Fetcher’s eyes slid to the side and the moment was broken. Anticipation still laced the air as Fetcher turned his back and slid off the first glove, breaking the tape that sealed him into his suit. They kept their distance and their silence as the zipper of the suit came down and the hood and breathing apparatus were unlatched and removed.

They both paused, waiting for a reaction. Would he spontaneously combust without the suit? Why had he never bothered to take it off? How long had he been stuck in there? When nothing happened Fetcher’s shoulders sagged and he continued on with his impromptu strip show.

He looked… surprisingly human.

His hair was white. It was white and glowing. It hovered over his back, weightless and ethereal. It had jagged chunks like it had been sawed at and then grown out. It looked like it was made of fog and he couldn’t help but think it beautiful.

The skin of his shoulders was pale. Deathly pale and white, with deep black delicate veins visible in tangled trails. His left shoulder was covered in black marks that branched out in fern like feathering patterns. They looked familiar but Jason couldn’t place from where. The lights of the dojo caught them as Fetcher continued to strip down and he could see a faint red glow in the center, like the dying embers of a fire still burning. He had to stop himself from asking.

His gaze caught the slide of the suit as it fell from slim jean-clad thighs. Jeans that hugged curves he didn’t know Fetcher could have. They looked like any pair of jeans the average guy might wear, something more lived in and comfortable, with small rips and tears from age. The other slid his feet from the boots and stepped out of the remains of the suit. He had mismatched socks and some part of Jason was struck by that- adorable.

The lithe muscle of his back, what could been seen underneath the black tank-top he wore, tensed and bunched as he reached up to remove his mask and goggles. He placed them with his suit and refused to turn around even as he took off his second set of gloves and stood still.

Jason lifted off the wall and stalked closer, watching the other repress a shudder at his approach.

“We can’t spar with your back to me, you know,” he prodded, voice flat through the modulator.

He could see Fetcher gesture over his own face and then reach back and make the same gesture towards Jason.

“Mask for mask?” he asked.

He nodded, hair bobbing around him like it was underwater.

Jason had his domino on underneath and he knew Fetcher was putting a lot of trust in him by doffing all of his protective gear. Gear he knew the other hadn’t taken off in years. Fetcher wasn’t from Gotham, wasn’t a native that would have even a slim chance of recognizing him. Hell, he could face him without the domino and be fine. It’s not like he went anywhere as himself much, anyway and no one who knew him from- before- knew what he looked like as an adult. Who did the other have to tell, anyway? When he wasn’t with Red Hood he would wallow in an empty apartment until Jason called on him again. He knew that. Fetcher was loyal and couldn’t speak- and beyond anything… Jason felt like he could place some trust in him. Not much, granted, but a lot more than he placed in anyone else.

He sighed, the sound crackling unpleasantly through the helmet. He could see the other flinch but continued, poking at the mechanisms that kept his helmet on. “All’s fair, I suppose.”

Fetcher whipped around at the sound of his voice, free from the modulator, and both of them froze.

His skin was pale everywhere, his lips were blue and cracked. His eyes were a pale milky green, iris and pupil barely distinguishable from the sclera. The burning black marks from his left shoulder traveled up his collarbone and neck and unraveled delicately below his jaw. He looked… young. Younger than Jason, even though he was really a year older. And he glowed. It was- almost angelic in a way. Jason had never been more desperate to know how his voice sounded than in that moment.

Fetcher seemed to shake himself from his own thoughts and smiled, small and charming, and gave Jason a little wave as he walked closer.

Jason returned the smile with a vicious grin. “Ready for me to kick your ass, jellyfish?”

Fetch er ’s smile sharpened and he dropped into a loose stance, hand reaching out in a taunting ‘bring it on’ motion.

Oh, now here came the fun part.

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Fetcher was scrappy, Jason would give him that much.

His moves weren’t refined or thought out well, but they packed a punch when he wanted them to. He was shit at dodging, but why wouldn’t he be when he could usually just density-shift away from whatever was trying to hit him. Jason wouldn’t let him get away with that though. Black Mask, for whatever reason, had weapons that could harm Fetcher regardless of his powers and by god was Jason gonna make sure the other could dodge them. He was not about to find the guy bleeding out for the third fucking time.

He batted an arm away and grabbed it in the same motion, pulling it behind Fetcher’s back and keeping him in place. He grabbed the other arm when it moved to swing at him as he wrapped another arm around Fetcher’s neck. He loomed over the shorter man with a smirk and propped his chin on his head, delighting in the cloud like wisps of hair around it.

“Ah, ah, jellyfish,” he sang, “you’ll have to do better than that.”

He let go when Fetcher reared back to donkey kick him in the shin. Kid was vicious.

Fetcher spun around- and he was fast, Jason acknowledged, but he projected his moves way too much. He could see the punch coming from a mile away and grabbed the Fetcher’s fist before it could make contact- Jason’s own hand encasing the other’s much smaller hand. He grinned as the little glowstick growled at him and tried to pull his fist back, the strength of his wiry muscle just enough to tilt Jason forward, but not nearly enough to make him let go.

Fetcher, the clever jellyfish, used the tilt to kick up and nearly got Jason in the chin if he hadn’t let go and allowed the other to tumble to the ground. He didn’t expect the second kick though (he sure did like to try and kick the shit out of Jason) that had enough force behind it that it sent him stumbling down on top of the shorter man.

And then they were close- too close- and Jason could see every detail of Fetcher’s pale white face. The spidery-black veins hidden under soft white skin, the soft blue lips and long white eyelashes. The faintest hint of freckles dashed across a slightly crooked nose. And green, green eyes. Eyes that were narrowed in concentration and likely calculating the next move to heave off the giant hunk of muscle keeping him pinned. Jason grinned and it made Fetcher growl again, the sound rumbling in his chest and Jason could feel it.

The moment broke when Jason noticed his eyes flash. Flashed a brilliant blinding green.

Green like the Lazarus Pits. Green like the rage Jason could feel climb within him at moments that felt too close to loosing complete control. Green like death and pain and betrayal. Green like danger, danger, danger .

The first thing he could remember was drowning. Choking on toxic green liquid that surrounded him on all fronts. It was in his throat stealing his breath, in his eyes stealing his sight, in his ears stealing his hearing. He remembered death and pain and betrayal and not-good-enough-never-good-enough and then black and cold and nothing. Then suffocating on green. Filling with desperation and a rage he could not place. Feverish and clawing at his throat. He remembered breaking air, gulping in oxygen in frantic pants. Remembered not recognizing anything thing around him. Remembered wanting his Dad and not finding a single trace of him. Remembered pain, pain, pain. And rage, rage, rage.

Jason reared back, jumping to his feet and placing a heavy boot back on Fetcher’s chest in a parody of their earlier more playful moment. This time he pressed down, hard, and watched as the other’s face fell into confusion and hurt. He batted at Jason’s calf but he didn’t relent.

“No more games,” he snapped, red hot rage burning under his skin and making his teeth clench. “No more dodging.”

He pressed down further, almost feeling Fetcher’s rib creak as he loomed over the traitor. The sneak. He watched as the other’s face morphed into white fear, eyes going green, green, greener. Good. He should be afraid.

“Did Ra’s send you?” he spat. “Are you here to stab me in the back before dragging me back to the League?”

F etcher shook his head, fear and confusion clouding his eyes. Jason knew better though. Everything was far too convenient; the grave, the green, the threat from Lady Shiva. He knew Ra’s was trying to bring him back, trying to regain control over the weapon Jason was meant to be. A way to hurt Batman in the worst way.

He would not be anyone’s tool.

“What are you?” he asked through bared teeth, grabbing Fetcher by the front of his shirt and hauling him up close. “A Pit Demon? One of his assassins that got a bit too close to the Lazarus water? Another experiment he forged?”

Fetcher flinched in his hold at the last question and he started to struggle. Jason would have none of that.

“Answer me!” he yelled, shaking the other, who only darted his eyes around in panic and kicked at Jason’s shins. Green (and shouldn't he have noticed the similarities more before this?) blood started to seep from the wound only mostly healed on his abdomen. The black veins of char that wound up Fetcher’s side started to burn in the center, glowing in tandem with his weak scrabbling. A whining sound started up in his chest, a whimpering call for mercy that Jason did not heed. He would not be fooled. Nothing good ever lasted for him, having Fetcher by his side was no different.

“Fetch,” he snarled, spitting the word like an insult, and the other’s eyes snapped to his- green to green. “Are you just another monster Ra’s created?”

The traitor bared his teeth, showing Jason the fangs hidden behind his lips for the first time. He could see green tinted tears spilling over onto pale white cheeks, but he would not be moved. The bright lights of the dojo burned everything and Jason could feel a faint trembling under his fingers. Silence laid heavy between them.

He released Fetcher and watched as the other fell back onto the slick flooring with a blank face, tears still falling.

“Leave,” he hissed. He wouldn’t get any answers out of fink. “Go back to hell pit you crawled out of.”

Silently, without another sound, without another movement, Fetcher vanished.

Good riddance, he thought, ignoring the sudden ache in his chest.

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phantom-of-the-ruckus · 6 months

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The lost episode of Mortimer's Handeemen

Disclaimer: This is a creepypasta meant to be a just-for-fun Halloween thingy. I did not go all the clichés. I now just find most of them silly, but I know there are some good ones. This creepypasta is not connected to any AU and is more of an internet story that would appear in the games in the 1990s to 2010s with some speculation about whether it's real or if the one who posted it was a troll or did it for entertainment.

Either way, happy halloween! Enjoy ^^

TW: for blood, scary imagery, horror, creepypasta, body horror, and gore

[An audio log is found. A mysterious person presses it. The message start.]

H-Hello?

[It appears to be a young teenager. Her voice is groggy and whispery, you can hear her heavy breathing]

I...I hope you can hear me or...well rather listening to this audio log.

I'm trapped, and I can't get out...I can't remember well how I got in, but I can tell you what I know of my current location and well my personal state.

[There was a long pause and heavy breathing. In the background there were some steps and scratches at the distance.]

T-they're looking for me....

[It appears that she is muttering to herself. After another long period of silence, she begins to speak once again.]

Sorry...I'm not exactly in a situation where I can easily tell my story. I'm c-currently hiding in some domain of the studio.... T-the Handeemen Studio to be exact. The one that got burned down and close.

[She let out another long pause as footsteps in the distance could be heard.]

I am not supposed to be here. I am supposed to be in the testing rooms, or I think it was the testing rooms. Perhaps I did die and I am a ghost... No. They are looking for me. I must be alive...

[A door shuts and the mysterious girl lets out some heavy breathing.]

I think they left. Hopefully.

[She breathes once again. Her voice is hearing a bit close to the voice recorder.]

I...I don't remember much. I can't remember my family, if I had one, nor my age. I can't recall my own face, or my own name. I think It was Jessica Parker....or was it Jessica Drew? No...maybe it was Siobhan Drew or Siobhan Parker.... It must be one of those names. They are familiar to me, but I can't remember who belong to who. I do remember they were part of a story. The story of how I got here. That is the story that I can't seem to forget, and probably the reason why I am recording this. I may never remember it or probably would get killed for running away. So...I guess I am recording this now in hopes anyone finds it.

[There was another long pause and a sigh followed after.]

I suppose I can't remain nameless for the rest of this recording. I don't want to remain nameless as I don't remember my name of who am I. But....but I think I used to be called "Jay." It's written on my wrist, or well is smeared with my own blood and I can see is either "Jay" or "J 4 Y." I used to have some writing on my arms and legs, they are smeared and I can't decipher what it was or why it was written. The only thing readable was the "Jay" or "J 4 Y." You can call me Jay. After all it does sound like a name, and I do love the idea of having a name...even if it's not my own name....since I can't remember. But....but I do remember one name. It's Jordan. No last name since I can't recall. Jordan was a kid I used to babysit...or I think I did. I used to watch him. I do recall a lady who was his guardian or mom I don't remember her name. I think it was either one of the possible names I mentioned before.

She'll be just Jordan's mom. It makes it easier for me to remember, and she no longer becomes a nameless face in what remains of my memory. So...Jordan's mom usually called me to watch over Jordan. I think I was his babysitter. I can't remember. She often had to go to work, and we spent hours upon hours doing homework, playing, and...watching TV He...he had a favorite show. A puppet show, some sort of Muppet's knockoff....or was it Sesame Street? It was a cancelled show from a closed down and burnt down studio. The same studio I am trapped here today Mortimer's Handeemen. The thing that got me where I am today. My own nightmare, and the parasite that is taking away my life and memories.

[There was a small pause. Jay was oddly silent. It was almost as if she was taking a time to recompose herself.]

I can remember how did they use to look like. They looked friendlier, happy, and almost as if they never thought about harming anyone. What a crude lie. I see them every day. They are mean, and they like to sew puppets into my arms. I can feel the pain, and then I feel asleep and wake up with no memory.

It's an endless cycle. Every day, I remember less and less about myself. My memories are snapping moments in time. I can't remember how long or when they happened. But I do remember the handeemen from the episodes. I remember them so vividly, and their hyperrealistic faces that were captured into my memories. I saw them permanent smiles. They made Jordan happy ...or I think they did.

He loved the show. It was no longer on aired, but he managed to get some merchandise, VHS tapes of the episode, specials, and shorts. He owned the figures of the main group and the dog. I...I think his favorite was the dog or the artistic guy, Nick Nack. I remember seeing them in a lot of the episodes Jordan and I used to watch. Or maybe it's because I have vivid snapping memories of a hyperrealistic dog made out of humans parts. Large teeth filled with blood, a red eyes staring at me, and his killer bloody paws that could maul anyone within reach.

[Jay pauses momentary.]

Sorry, I lost track of myself.

My mind keeps flooding with memories and...I keep forgetting why am I here sometimes. Not...not how I got here, but rather why am I hiding again...

I know I don't have much time...so it's better if I finish my story. That if I actually have time as they might get me soon...

[There is another period of silence. Jay gets close one again. Her voice is trembly.]

J-Jordan adored the show, and we watch it like a lot. Eventually, we ran out of episodes, and Jordan was getting tired of watching them.

This is where it gets a bit blurry for me. I can recall caring for Jordan, and I am sure I bought him a VHS tape.

But...but the thing is I can't remember why I bought it.

I think he asked me if there were unseen episodes to watch, or I wanted to surprise him.

I was talking to who I believe was my boyfriend. I don't remember his name, so he'll remain as "boyfriend." There is also this other guy involved, so he'll be called "Guy."

So...Boyfriend told me about Guy. He was in his 20s I think. He loved to break into abandoned places for loot, which...also included the abandoned studio.

According to Guy, he didn't break into the studio as often. He got inside like three times I believe or from what I can actually remember.

One of these times, he found a mysterious VHS in the late creator's office. I can't tell if that was a stretch to be cool, or if he actually went in there. Either way, the VHS was a very real thing.

The episode was a never seen or aired episode. The episode was called "Mortimer's Handeemen and the mysterious Meteorite." In the back there was a note saying "PROTOTYPE. DO NOT PLAY" but Guy did play it for some testing before putting it on sale.

I knew that Jordan would love it, so I bought the VHS tape for about 20 or 10 bucks. I remember doing some bargaining. I can't remember the exact price, but I got a sweet deal and immediately brought it to Jordan.

We turned on the TV and placed the tape. The episode started with Mortimer staring with his permanent smile. There was so music. Only a dreadful silence. I didn't have too much importance, and took the VHS out and in thinking the episode froze.

Then, the episode started with Mortimer greeting the audience. He sounded less cheerful than usual. He was introducing the fictional place where the Handeemen lived....but he was rather staring almost as if he could see us. I ignored thinking it was just a prototype error.

Eventually the main theme started. It was very slowed down, and the music sounded off-key. We figured it was due to the age of the VHS tape and continued watching the episode. It started normal with one of the kids finding a strange rock and calling the Handeemen about it.

Then, things started to get odd. The tape suddenly stopped and looped over when the Handeemen were picking up the meteorite. Suddenly the TV went black, almost as if someone turned off....but it was still on and the VHS tape was running.

The screen turned on and showed an empty room. It was silent, but I could feel something was lurking over. I turned off and on the TV. The normal episode was on. I rewind the tape, but everything was as if the image was not there. We continued watching the episode thinking it was a glitch.

Or so we thought...

As the episode progressed. The handeemen sounded less friendly. They sounded annoyed and furious. Their eyes were slowly becoming red. Then they went back to normal as if nothing happened.

I was getting nervous as this was starting to look less of a malfunction and more of a prank. I left the room to call Guy and ask him what was this all about. He was confused and told me that never happened before.

Suddenly I heard a scream. It was Jordan. I hung up and rushed to the living room. He was curled up and crying as he begged me to turned it off. I was confused, so I watched at the TV to see what was going on.

[Jay gives out a long pause. Growling can be heard from the outside. Her breath can be heard again, until the growling fades.]

Sorry... there were puppets nearby...

Where was I?

Oh yes...

When I looked back at the TV, I saw hyperrealistic man. He had a horrified expression and seemingly was rotting. He was sitting on a chair...but he was cut in half and was bleeding. He had mitten sewn into his hands, as I could see the bloody stiches.

It was almost as it was a real thing going on, as if the camara was live. It was horryfing.

Jordan began to scream and begged me to put it away. The channel began to fave, as numerous symbols and strange words began to appeared. I tried to turn off the TV but the off and on button nor the controller were working.

Suddenly a raspy voice began to muttered "I C U" just as the image of the man cut in half was getting closer. Before anything else could happened, I unplugged the TV and everything shut down.

Jordan was upset and terrifed as ever. It was within very good reaons. I did my best to calm him down and told him that I will get to the bottom of this. He decided to go outside and play with his friends. I called Boyfriend, and then called Guy.

When they arrived, Jordan was drawing on the floor. Boyfriend and I confronted Guy about the tape. He swore he never tampered with it. I took him to the living room and plugged the TV back. The episode runned down normally to my surprised.

Jordan eventually sat down and watch it as Guy told me I was crazy and to never contact him again. He left leaving Jordan and I confused. Boyfriend tried to be suportive, and telling me it was propbably some prank in bad taste.

[Jay pauses. It appears she needed a momment to think.]

I do like to think that was the case, but reality turned to be another. Now I am stuck here. Loosing my memory and myself eventually... Alone. A lab rat And-

[Jay pauses before sighing]

Sorry. I lost track again.

I....we....

Jordan. I talked to Jordan about the situation. I told him that this was either a malfunction or a prank from Guy. He felt unsure, but decided to trust my word. That's what I can remember most about the event.

I know that I ended up staying watching for the night. I cannot assure you wether it was on that same night or if a few days pased. All I know was that Jorda's Mom had aked me to stay overnight to watch her son.

And then, that was when things started to get spooky and unsettling...

Jordan was in his room asleep. I just tucked him in, and I was helping Jordan's mom to clean the kitchen. The phone began to rang and I picked up thinking it was probably Jordan's mom asking me if Jordan was okay.

When I picked up the phone....there was silence and a breathing.

"Hello?" I said, thinking this was some bad connection.

"Have you checked on the kid yet?" My blood went cold as shivers sent right down my spine. I dropped the phone and ran towards Jordan's room.

He was still in his bed asleep. I checked around to see if there was anything off. When I was sure he was safe, I left the room and picked up the phone.

"He's alright." That was the lat thing I said when I hung up.

15 minutes, I recieved the same call.

"Have you checked on the kid yet?" I once again dropped the phone and checked on Jordan.

He was alright, and I hung up the phone refusing to answer the question this time. The mysterious guy called again but I hung up as soon as I heard his voice, and went directly to check on Jordan.

After a while, I decided to leave the door open and keep an eye if anything happened. The same mysterious person kept calling for about 20 minutes. I hung up each of his calls, and he eventually stopped.

I started to slowly doze off. It was getting pretty late, but part of me remained unsettled about the mysterious calls. I doze off momentarily before the phone rang. I hesitated to pick it up, fearing it was the mysterious caller.

To my surprise and relief, it was Jordan's mom. She was calling to check if Jordan was alright.

"He's just in bed. Everything is fine, ma'am." I said just as I heard the TV turning on, and the Handeemen's playing. I ended the conversation and hung up.

I was upset. I figured that Jordan woke up and tried to sneak into watching another episode. When I entered the living room, my skin went pale. The episode I brought from guy was playing, but there was no one watching it.

I took the TV remote and tried to turn off the TV or stop the player. Neither of them worked, but their batteries were still on. I tried to manually turned them off, but it was useless. Then...I tried to unplug the TV.

"This should do it." I thought to myself.

The episode continued to play as if nothing had happened.

Terrified, I tried to remove the tape but what happened next, left me paralyzed in fear.

The screen went back, and then showed Guy being strapped into a bed. His eyes were swollen and he was screaming. Suddenly, the scientist puppet, Riley, entered the room. She had a twisted smile and her eyes were glowing red. In her left hand, she had a saw.

I could not feel my body as I was too horrified to move. I saw Riley slowly approaching guy as she maniatically laughed.

"You'll become one of us!" She said just as she slowly began to press the saw into Guy's torso and slowly cuting him off as blood dropped.

The screen went back, and the next picture was a twisted and bloody Mortimer staring at the screen with a teacup filled with blood and the letters I, C, and U underneath.

The picture then changed to a video of Nick. He was in his art room. His face was melting so hyperrealistic, that it almost looked as if he was bleading. He was sobbing uncontrollably as he strocked some abstract painting of black and red.

The screen went black, and then Daisy appeared on what is seemed to be a kitchen. She was humming to herself as she baked a pie made out of human organs. My stomatch twirled up as I could see Guy's eyes into the mix.

The screen shut down as I stood there trembling as the phone began to ring. I walk towards it and pick up with trembling hands.

"Have you checked on the kid yet?" It was the same mysterious caller as before. I dropped the phone and ran towards Jordan's room.

The bed was empty and he was nowhere to be found.

I picked up the phone and I cried "WHO ARE YOU? WHERE IS HE?"

There was no answer, and no sign of the caller. Then the call disconected and the phone disconnected completely. I dropped the phone, and rushed towards the living room when I heard sobbing.

The place was empty, but the TV had a distrubing picture. It was the same mysterious human puppet man, but now where was Guy accompaning him. His eyes were gone and he was bleeding. He had sewn mittens into his hands, and just as the mysterious man, his upper body was sitting on a bleeding chair.

There was some silent sobbing as the background, but my eyes focused on the message underneath the figures...

"HELP ME" Underneath was the direction to the abandoned studio.

Fearing that Jordan was taken by those puppets, I left the house and rode on my bike into the studio. After I came in, I broke inside and desperately began to look for Jordan.

[Jay's voice trails off as she starts to become uneased.]

I-I couldn't find him, but I heard noices from the outside. I feared that they were outside...a-and went down deeper. Then someone struck me in the head and everything became a blurr.

I heard the voices of Jordan's mom, Boyfriend, the police, and Jordan looking for me outside. I doze off as they shut down.

I woke up on a lab with a puppet sewn into my hand, and then I lost my memory slowly and began to forget who am I or where am I, just remembering the evil faces of the puppets and how I got here.

Now, this the only chance I got to store what becomes of my memory. If you find this, that means that I am dead...or if miracously you found me with no memory.

Either way, please find the VHS and destroy it. No one should have ever seen the lost episode, and become a victim like I or Guy became.

[The tape ends as Riley Ruckus tosses it aside , scoffing, before returning to work. Not realizing that a mysterious man is staring at the tape from afar. His plaque, reading JORDAN]

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN AND I WISH YOU A VERY SPOOKY DAY!

~ With care, Phantom <3

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asirensrage · 2 years

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Title: Unfinished Business Fandom: Stranger Things Rating: PG Pairing: None Word count: 1166 Warnings: mention of death. angst. swearing. Summary: AU. Steve has a bit of a revelation.

Notes: Written for @cryptidcasanova's Hellfire Haunts Challenge. The prompts chosen for this were Steve Harrington, Ghost and "Did you think they would protect you?" This is the first of my horror/halloween prompts.

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"You know you're dead right?" She's staring at him expectantly.

"Just because I'm flunking with these ladies doesn't mean I'm dead in the water. Just wait. The right one will come."

Robin sighs and leans against the counter. "No, like dead dead. They're ignoring you because they can't see you."

“Oh ha ha,” he says dryly. It’s not that funny. He feels invisible sometimes since school ended. He’s failed more than he thought he would and his parents are never home. He’s no longer King Steve but since he broke up with Nancy, it’s like he doesn’t exist. Or maybe he’s just been so focused on her and the way he seems to see her everywhere with Jonathan. Hawkins isn’t a big town but it feels smaller lately.

“Steve…” her voice is uncharacteristically serious. Robin frowns at him for a moment before she walks around the counter and closes the door. She locks it before she turns to him.

“You can’t do that.”

“I need to,” she says. She walks back to the counter and hops up on it. Steve just sighs because he’s going to have to clean it. “Steve…did something bad happen? Like, recently? Or in the last few months.”

He thinks back to everything. Being drawn back into the chaos of monsters and telekinesis and the end of the world. Trying to save a bunch of asshole kids who didn’t even know how to say thank you.

“Uh…no?” If he tells his coworker the truth, she’ll think he’s insane.

“You didn’t, I don’t know, fall down the stairs? Get in a car accident or something? Wander off with a stranger to help find their puppy?”

He gives her an unimpressed look. Did she think he’s stupid? Scratch that. The answer is probably yes. “No.”

“Steve. Think about it. The only one who’s been talking to you, who’s been looking at you is me. You don’t think that’s weird?”

“I mean–”

“We’re not friends, Steve. I don’t even know why you’re here because you’re not getting paid. Where did you get the uniform? The boss didn’t hire you. So what happened? How did you die?”

“I didn’t die!”

“You sure?”

“Yes! Stop trying to bullshit me!”

“Steve, I’m not–”

“I’m taking my break.” He throws his hat on the counter and leaves, ignoring the way she’s calling his name as he goes out the back.

It’s a cruel trick. Another way to make fun of the fall of King Steve. Like it’s not bad enough that he’s stuck working at some stupid ice cream shop because his dad…he hasn’t actually seen his dad in months. Or his mom. He knows they’ve been around, in the house. Things have moved and dishes appeared in the sink but he hasn’t actually seen them.

He moves through the mall easily. Or it moves around him. He can’t seem to get Robin’s voice out of his head. “How did you die?”

He didn’t die. It’s a stupid question. He leans against the railing, looking out over the mall. He’s just having some bad luck. It’s the stupid hat with that uniform. It’s…it’s the fact that no one’s looking at him.

Steve has always attracted some kind of attention. Most of it good until the disaster with Nancy. But now that Robin’s words are echoing in his head, he’s noticing that no one has even glanced his way. No one’s…he swallows tightly.

He looks over at the couple next to him. “Hey, you know what time it is?”

They walk away.

“That’s rude,” Steve mutters. “Hey!” he calls out to one of his teammates from basketball. “Hey! Kyle!” He raises his voice but they don’t look. No one does. Fear settles in Steve’s chest, sitting heavy like lead. “Hello!” His shout echoes across the mall, but it’s buried in the sound of the mall. Or at least it seems to be. No one reacts.

He runs back to the ice cream shop, noting the way people seem to step around him before he runs into them. Even as he reaches to touch one, they move or duck out of the way. It’s weird. He’s never noticed it before. He stops, standing in the middle of the walkway. Things were fine. He was fine.

“Are you okay?”

He’s back in the ice cream shop, sitting on the floor behind the counter.

“Yea–” he stops, actually thinking about what she says. Things haven’t been the same since that night. The night when Billy beat the shit out of him and he woke up in the backseat of a car, vision blurry and head feeling like it was going to explode, with some kid driving. He ended up in some fucking tunnels that smelled like smoke and rot. He remembers getting out of them. He thinks. He helped the kids up and then…he remembers being by the car, sitting there on the ground while the kids cheered and looked back into the hole and…wait, how did he get home?

“Hey, it’s okay,” Robin says softly.

“…I’m dead?”

“Yeah,” she nods. “Sorry.”

“Bummer.”

She snorts slightly at him. “So what…what happened?”

Steve rests his head back on the wall. “I don’t know.” He closes his eyes. He wouldn’t normally say anything, wouldn’t tell some other poor soul the truth about this town unless he had to. He never wanted anyone to think he was insane but what’s the risk now? He’s dead. The girl he thought he’s been working with sees ghosts and now…he’s dead. So he tells her. Everything.

“Did you think they could protect you?”

“No, it wasn’t like that…it was about protecting them. I just needed to make sure the little shits were safe.”

She stares at him for a moment, her chin resting on her knees as her legs are pulled close to her. The store has been closed for hours now but they’re both still here. Still talking. She sighs for a long moment. “You know, I never would have thought that Steve Harrington was a good dude.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“I mean it!” she says, grinning at him. “You’ve been risking your life to save some kids, to save the town and now you’re…” She doesn’t say it. It’s not like they both don’t know but he appreciates that.

“So what now?”

“What do you mean?”

“What do I do?”

“Go into the light?” she suggests. “How should I know?”

“You’re the psychic!”

“I’ve never been dead!” She motioned towards herself. “I just see the dead people. Most of them have unfinished business before they move on. So? You got some unfinished business?”

Steve thinks to himself. He thinks of the way Nancy smiles, of Dustin’s enthusiasm about finding a girl he likes, about the way those kids clung to him for help. He thinks of the way he was needed for once and how the bullshit never seems to end in this town. They need him. “Yeah,” he says, nodding more to himself than her. “I do.”

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hello-nichya-here · 2 years

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Stark Girls & Their Wolves - Why/How Sansa Will Survive

When I was first reading the books, I was convinced that, at any moment, Sansa was going to die. I kept bracing myself for it, waiting to lose yet another character I liked.

The reason I was so convinced of it up until she escapes King’s Landing, was pretty simple: her wolf gets killed because of the Lannisters.

The Stark children all have a deep, straight up magical relationship with their wolves, and said wolves tell us a lot about their fates (Jon will die and then live on a “ghost”, Arya will travel from place to place until she finds her home just like queen Nymeria, Robb will truly become one with his wolf in the most brutal way after many talks about how they’re one in the same and he can turn into the wolf, etc)

Cersei demands Lady to killed. Ned is forced to do the job himself, and notes on how Sansa chose the perfect name for her wolf, because the poor thing is extremely docile around Ned - who is about to end her. He even sends Lady’s skin to be buried at Winterfell. It looks like some pretty strong foreshadowing for Sansa being doomed to eventually die once Ned cannot protect her anymore, especially when we consider Martin used the imagery of a stab and a wolf killing each other to represent that the Baratheons and Starks would clash and the leaders of both houses would die.

But now Sansa is nowhere near the Lannister’s anymore, and Littlefinger, despite being a creep, won’t let anyone hurt her because he sees her both as his own daughter AND as a replacement for Catelyn.

Then what the hell was the wolf thing about?

Like I said, the Stark kids have deep, MAGICAL connections to their wolves. Every single one of them has shown they have some level of magical power, some level skinchanging - except for Sansa, because the wolves were their way of developing said powers, and Lady was killed before Sansa could manifest her own.

And as I thought about why Martin would have that happen, I came to a simple conclusion: Sansa won’t literally take over the body of an animal to escape danger (like Bran); she’ll do it in a metaphorical way.

Sansa is rarely referred to as a wolf. Sandor Clegane constantly refers to her as a “little bird” that repeats all the pretty words she was taught. That is proven true when Sansa doesn’t tell the truth about Joffrey attacking the butcher’s boy and then again when she writes the letters to her family, asking them to bend the knee - she is going along with everything the Lannisters say, both out of fear and because she genuinely wants their approval. She is their little bird.

But of course, it doesn’t last. They kill her father, and that permanently turns her against them, and makes her more aware of the danger around her. She has tougher skin now - Martin straight up says that in that famous quote “My skin has turned from porcelain to ivory, to steel.” Because of Ned, Lady isn’t docile anymore. She knows what will happen to her if she lets her guard down around the wrong person.

But Sansa can’t literally fight the Lannister either. So she has to make herself look non-threatening so she’ll stay alive long enough to escape them. She can’t be a wolf anymore. She can’t be Stark.

So she says everything people want to hear, she puts up with all their cruelty to avoid even harsher punishments, she tries to marry a Tyrell (which would have given her a way out) and when that fails and she is forced to marry Tyrion, she goes along with it to survive and does (nearly) everything she is expected to do as his wife.

But she doesn’t kneel for Tyrion on their wedding, so he can put his Lannister cloak on her. She makes herself strong by remembering Winterfell. She imagines her future family, and pictures sons that look like her brothers and a daghter that looks like Arya.

She might be wearing different skins, but within she’s still a Stark.

And how does she escape King’s Landing? She plays the role of Jonquil for Ser Dontos/Littlefinger. A pretty maiden in distress, having no one to turn to but the fool that wants to be a knight. At Joffrey’s wedding, she’s next to her husband, a Lannister, and wearing a hair-net that supposedly represents Dontos’s family - and that carries the poison that would kill the king. Sansa, unknowingly, helped Littlefinger murder Joffrey, her abuser, by presenting herself as something other than what she is. When she flees with Petyr, some people refer to it as her “turning into a bat and flying away." Sandor also echoes this sentiment, saying that the little bird flew away (and shat on her husband because Sandor is very fond of such delightful imagery)

And where does she end up? At an infamously difficult place to reach, the Eyrie. Once again, we have the bird symbolism, and Martin even went as far as having Sansa not die when Lysa tried to push her off the moon door - which Sweet Robin calls “making them fly.”

Her signature red hair was also dyed brown, and she is no longer even called Sansa Stark, but Alayne Stone, who is in the good graces of Petyr, her “father”/uncle, and Robin Arryn, the heir of the Eyrie. She might also marry Harry “the heir.”

The message is clear. There’s no invading that place or kicking her out of there. Sansa, or rather, “Alayne”, is safe (or at least, safer).

But again, she still thinks of Winterfell, and Littlefinger explicitly stated his intention of winning it back for her. And she won’t be his pawn for long, because she knows that even though Petyr is pleasant and kind, Littlefinger is no real friend of hers. We also know that Sandor Clegane, who she still thinks of and thought was the man who saved her from being raped by Marillion, and who once tried to be her knight in shinning armor (and failed terribly) got his shit together. And Brienne is still out there trying to find both her and Arya. And Stannis Baratheon, who has at least some respect for Jon Snow, is about to fight the Boltons.

Sansa is also definitively NOT the only Stark that will inevitably make it to Winterfell again - Jon, Arya and Bran are definitively going home eventually, and unlike in the show Rickon might make it too. And once she’s finally there, with her pack, Lady’s skin, her wolf skin, is already there, waiting for her to be able to wear it again.

Sansa is going to make it to Winterfell, and once she’s there, no one will hurt her again.

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green-eyes-white-feathers · 6 months

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so. uh. i may have made an epilogue for my friend's gen loss fic. ima post the link to theirs and also put my story below.

link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50311609/chapters/127101310

fic:

Ranboo awakes from their thankfully nightmare-less sleep. But while there were no nightmares haunting them that night, they had the feeling they were missing something. He sits up slowly to avoid waking Sneeg and Charlie, and rests his head on his hands as he grasps at the fleeting edges of … something.

A man with brown hair and square glasses, similar to Charlie's.

A pig-like avatar spawning - was that the word? - a wither in a blocky world.

“INFINITE CAKE!”

“Do you want to be a hero, —----? THEN DIE LIKE ONE!”

“-E—---LA—- NEVER DIES!”

“I shall repay that injustice a thousand times over.”

“Hello everyone. Technoblade here. If you’re watching this, I am dead…”

Ran sits all the way up so fast, they fall off the bed. Sneeg and Charlie are immediately awake, slipping off the bed to sit next to Ranboo.

“… Ranboo?! … what’s wrong? …”

“… not responding … dissociating? …”

“… boo … you’re not there … promise,”

Ranboo feels someone touch his shoulder, snapping him back to reality. They shake Charlie off, putting their head between their knees. He takes deep breaths, trying to comprehend what he just realized. Once they have regained their composure, they readjust so they are leaning on Charlie, and they begin to speak.

“That man … his name isn't Dave. It’s Alex, but I knew him as Technoblade,”

Sneeg sucks in a sharp breath as the name scratches at a long lost memory.

“He … died. Of cancer. In 2022. 34 years ago. And he did not look like that he was alive. What he looks like now is how most … fanartists … drew him like. Because he - we - played a game called Minecraft. In real life, Techno had short brown hair and brown eyes. He also had glasses … like yours, Charlie … ”

Sneeg slowly breathes in and out before standing up and brushing off his pants.

“Welp. Guess we’re going to have a very important conversation with someone tomorrow.”

—---------------------------------------------------------------------

“Hullo. You wanted to talk to me?”

Sneeg and Charlie look up from the garden at Dave - or Alex? - let’s go with Alex.

“How’d you know that?” Charlie asks.

Alex shrugs. “Kristen told me.”

“Who’s Kristen?” Sneeg rolls back his shoulder, trying to work out the kinks that had developed during his work in the garden. “Also, how would this ‘Kristen’ know whether we wanted to talk to you?”

Alex lets himself into the garden, undoing the latch from the outside. “She’s Lady Death.”

Charlie turns suddenly, staring at Alex. “Lady Death?! How the fuck do you know her?!”

Alex shrugs once again. “She’s my best friend’s wife.”

—-------i must interrupt your daily sad short story—-------

—--with a link to how i think Sneeg and Charlie look rn:--- -–—--------https://tinyurl.com/sneegandcharlie—------------

“I- ok. Whatever. Not what we need to talk about.”

The three file into the house, moving toward the living room where Ranboo sits. They’re currently drawing with their eye closed … somehow. Alex covertly leans over to glance at the drawing.

. . .

Oh shit.

. . .

It was himself. Not as he appeared now, how he looked when he was alive. Short brown hair, rectangular glasses.

Ranboo looked up, opening his eye to stare at Alex.

“Hi, Techno.”

“Hey, Ran.” Alex responds shakily.

“Missed you,” Ranboo tells him.

Alex sits in one of the chairs and begins to fidget with his hair. “I missed you too, kid. Kristen had to stop me from goin’ back to the livin’ world and becomin’ a ghost,”

Charlie, Sneeg and Ranboo all let out identical snorts, surprising Alex.

“Heh?!”

“Trust me, you do not want to be a ghost,” Sneeg responds. “It’s not fun.”

“ … Well, what do you need to talk about?” Alex asks.

Ranboo takes a deep breath, and forges ahead. “Why didn’t you tell us? All this time, I’ve been missing memories, and you could’ve helped me - and Sneeg and Charlie - get our memories back. Why?”

Alex’s hands shake slightly and he pulls in a long, deep breath. “Kristen told me not to. I wanted to, I wanted to so bad. She was about to not let me visit you guys, but Phil talked to her -”

A man with kind blue eyes and shoulder length hair.

Another setting in the blocky world - Minecraft - where there is black stone lining the walls around a table that looks like a portal.

“Hi there, mate!”

“Do you really think we’re going to be fair? This is war, —----.”

“Man, sucks to suck, right?”

“Cake time, you little shit!”

“Sometimes you can’t expect forgiveness at all … ”

“Phil … weren’t you really good friends with him?” Ranboo quietly asks.

Alex flinches slightly before answering. “Yeah, we all were. He’s a great father figure,”

Ranboo laughs a little bit. “I remember that … he bought me food once and demanded to talk with my parents,”

“Ok-” Sneeg interrupts. “-I love to hear the reminiscing, but why did Lady Death order you to not tell us?”

Alex starts to unbraid his hair, a nervous habit. “‘It wasn’t time,’ she said. ‘They’re not ready. It will break them.’ I said that didn’t make sense, but she was insistent,”

“Oh.” Charlie says quietly. There is a long silence before Charlie asks, “Why don’t I remember you at all? Ran does and I can tell that Sneeg remembers some. But I don’t remember anything,”

“ … hmm. There’s no good way to say this. Thing is, Charlie … you’re not the real Charlie. You’re a puppet made by Showfall when they were first starting out. The ‘real’-“ Alex puts quotes around the word. “-Charlie is still on Earth, missin’ Ranboo and Sneeg and the others.”

“But that’s not to say you’re not your own person. You’re a individual, you’re only similar to Livin’ Charlie in your appearance and parts of your personality,”

“So, I’m just what Showfall made me-“

“No, no, no, of course not!” Technoblade hastily adds. “If you were what Showfall created, you would be just like the employees: a blank slate for them to draw on,” He leans forward and gently grabs Charlie’s shoulders, forcing Charlie to look at Techno.

“You are your own person. You made yourself. All those days spent at Showfall as a child, when you were left alone. That made you. Yourself,”

Alex, Sneeg, Ranboo, and Charlie’s talking fades out as Lady Death smiles. It did turn out well. Phil was probably right when he said it would be fine. But Kristen didn’t regret it.

It made for a good story, did it not?

#gen loss #fandiction #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #ao3 author #ao3 writer #ao3fic #fanfiction #ranboolive #ranboo #sneegsnag #generation loss #charlie slimecicle

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