As has already been indicated, the Luggage seldom shows any sign of emotion, or at least any emotion less extreme than blind rage and hatred, and therefore it is hard to gauge its feelings when it woke up, a few miles outside of Al Khali, on its lid in a dried-up wadi with its legs in the air.
Even a few minutes after dawn the air was like the breath of a furnace. After a certain amount of rocking the Luggage managed to get most of its feet pointing the right way, and stood doing a complicated slow-motion jig to keep as few of them on the burning sand as possible.
It wasn't lost. It always knew where it was. It was always here.
It was just that everywhere else seemed to have been temporarily mislaid.
And there is no justice
there is only life and death
But if that's so there is no substance,
and all that we know is a lie at best
But there is no justice
there is only time and space
And if that's so there's no control
and all that we see with our eyes is
fake
I used to like Gamzee x Terezi, ya know before murderstuck happened and all. I thought it was cute, she liked to tease, he was just chill and happy to hang out, i liked their interactions. Then THAT happened, ugh why.
Gamzee had to become a plot device and everyone else that's not John became useless. Even if people bring up this all happened for the sake of DRAMA, showing off Terezi's self destructive personality, or how Gamzee had lost his sense of self upon learning the truth, there are better ways to go about it. Especially by Post Retcon.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Original Work
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Characters: Original Characters
Additional Tags: scary story, Halloween, Halloween story, Original Story - Freeform, Story I did for writing class in the pass, Scary, Blind Rage, Murder, Mention of Child Abuse, Consequences
@bloodybottleblonde
Steve knew that all of this was a bad idea. It was a terrible idea, but the day was already in a downward spiral. Warning alarms screeching at him to pull up. Trying to make him heed the swift uprising approach of the ground under his doomed plane. But Steve Harrington was headed right to the scene of his own crash.
A run in with Hagan had started the plummet so why the fuck not confront his newest problem? The party was loud and he knew that if he caught Hargrove outside there would be less embarrassment of whatever came next. But he wanted answers.
Like a bull storming the streets of Spain, Steve pushed his way through the crowd. Tommy had said it was courtesy of Hargrove, the bloodied nose he now sported from the cheap shot he'd taken upstairs. The taste of iron on his tongue and the way it cracked and tried to dry against his lips only fueled his frustration.
Overstimulated, and teetering dangerously on a true and honest snap, Steve finally found him.
Outside in the cool air smoking in the lawn, well away from the noise.
Good.
The brunette approached him a little off kilter.
" HEY HARGROVE WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM!?" He snapped over the raging beat of the music inside.
do you ever feel so much rage trapped inside you that your entire body tenses and you have to stretch out your muscles wishing you could rip them apart instead for relief or is that just me