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yo-yo-yoshiko · 7 months
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I was gonna write "taking psychic damage from the adults in his life" but that would imply he's got adults in his life.
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nii-chans-rabiddogs · 11 months
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Waking Up
TWs: muzzling, dehumanization, restraints. Finally got this done, have fun <3
@cupcakes-and-pain @maracujatangerine
Why do I feel like shit? I haven’t even opened my eyes and I have a headache, and that’s not fun. I hate it when there’s pain, cuz there shouldn’t be and it's just rude. It makes me wanna sleep forever and ever, and there’s no point for pain to be like that. It should stop, I just wanna sleep. My head hurts, and my wrists feel raw and my throat aches, and- wait. 
I open my eyes to see a grey ceiling, which isn’t nice because last I remember I was at the warehouse. I don’t wanna be back there, but Detective didn’t come back, and… Well, he would’ve but he was probably busy and didn't have time to deal with me, and he probably hates me and he’ll- No! He doesn’t hate me, it's fine, I'm fine, this is fine… I think. I look around, and the white walls of a hospital surround me. There’s weird straps on my wrists, and on my ankles. There’s one of those tall rolling things that hold the dripping baggies next to me, and it has something in it. I stare at it, but it doesn’t do anything so I look over to the left and there’s a table with bottles of what I think is medicine, but it doesn’t look like the ones in the movies, I don't think. I can’t read the labels, either, which isn’t fun. This isn’t fun, I don’t wanna be here anymore, actually. I tug my wrist, but the strap doesn’t budge at all and makes the raw feeling worse.
I hear footsteps coming from behind a door on the far side of the weird hospital place. It isn’t loud at all, though, which is weird cuz in the movies they’re really loud and everyone's yelling and machine thingies are beeping all the time, and that’s just really annoying. Probably a quiet hospital? Do quiet hospitals exist? Maybe Detective would know, but he might not answer me cuz I was too annoying last time. Oh, the footsteps stopped, and the door opened. A weird guy in a doctor trench coat walked in, holding a case thingie, like the Detective sometimes had. Is it a guy or a girl? I can’t tell, but they’re almost as tall as Detective. I think? I dunno, but Detective said he was like, six feet tall once and that’s tall. The weird doctor is also tall, so they haveta be the same height. 
The weird doctor walked over towards a curtain, which hides the beds. It does in the movies, at least, so it has to here as well. Movies don’t lie. Their hair flops everywhere, and it looks really curly and soft. It’s also a really pretty dark purple, which is so cool. He pulls the curtain back to look behind it, then scribbles in the case thingie. I wanna say something, but I can’t open my mouth. There’s a weird mask thingie keeping it closed, and it’s really tight. I huff angrily instead.
“Oh! Look who’s coherent again. That’s a good sign. Let’s get you all checked up, then we can get you down to the boss, mkay, runt?” He said, walking over and setting the case thingie on the table with everything else. 
He takes the little heart listener thing out and places it on my chest. He listens for a bit, then hums and grabs a notebook from out of his pocket and writing something down again. Then the weird doctor grabs a temperature gun and checks my temp, which is odd. The doctors in the movies never had a temp gun. I only recognize it cuz Ms. Secretary used one on me once, cuz I was really tired and slow. It was cool, but she made me take a horrible little shot and I hated it. I hope Weird Doctor doesn’t make me take that again.
“Your heart rate is pretty normal, which is good. Others are usually panicking by now, so theirs’ is a little high, but you’re real calm. I’ll take off the muzzle, but if you try to bite or scream I’ll stick it right back on, understood?” He said, staring at me as I nodded. He unstrapped it, and set it down to go grab a cup of water from somewhere. Is he magical? Where the heck did it come from?
“Drink slowly. I’m not cleaning you up if you puke.” Wow, rude.
“Ugh. Where am I? And who are you? Is this a quiet hospital? It looks like the normal ones from the movies but it isn’t loud, and there’s no one else around. Why did you muzzle me? And why am I strapped down? I’m not gonna do anything, I’m a good kid, promise. Most of the time. And how did you get your hair that purple? Wait, what’s your name? Mine’s Ghost, or Ghostie. Can I have some chocolate? I’ll be good!”
“Jesus, runt, you talk a lot. My name is Doctor Everly. You’re in my boss’s…um. Yeah, screw it, you’re in a quiet hospital. You can’t eat anything yet, but we’re going to take a fun little trip down to the boss now, yeah? I have to put the muzzle back on, though. Boss doesn’t like talkative little runts.” He said, waiting for me to nod before putting it back on. He didn’t even answer all of my questions!
He pulled the muzzle really tight again, and then started unstrapping me. Once my wrists were out he grabbed the supercuffs that were apparently hanging off the bed. Dang, I didn’t even see them. He cuffed my hands tight, then went down to the straps on my ankles. I sat up to watch him, and wiggled my toes, which were only covered by my little duckie socks. Weird, I thought I was wearing shoes before. Did I forget them again? But I remember putting them on? Unless that was another time. I’m gonna haveta find my shoes before Detective finds out, or he’ll lecture me again. Hopefully he won’t be too mad at me when I get back, I don’t want him to yell at me cuz that would be super scary if he yelled at me. Scarier than normal, and yelling is already really scary.
Doctor Everly finished unstrapping my ankles, and stepped back, pulling on my arm a bit. I moved my legs off the bed, and slid down until I reached the floor. It was cold. Maybe Weird Doctor would let me borrow some shoes? He pulled me in front of him, then started pushing me towards the same door he came in from. I wanted to run to it, but the floor was slippery and I didn’t wanna break anything so I walked fast instead. Mr Doctor Everly just stayed right behind me, and once we reached the door he took out a card and swiped it in a card thingie. Scanner, I think? There’s one for the hero office too, and Detective does the same thing to open the door. Weird Doctor pulls open the door, so I walk through it and the walls change from white to tan. It was weird, but there are paintings further down the large hallway we’re in. The paintings are weird, cuz they’re only made from different shades of red. Most of it is a really dark red, almost like blood.
Weird Doctor pushes me forward, so I stop staring at the paintings. We go left around a corner, and there’s some doors on both sides. They look really fancy, like the ones you see in mansions, which is cool. We pass by all of them, so I can’t explore which is really sad cuz this seems like it would be fun to wander around in. Maybe I can ask to explore later? We reach a door at the end of the hallway, and it said “Meetings” in big letters. This was the only one with letters on it, that's odd. Doctor Everly opens it, and there’s a really really big room inside. The ceiling is super high up, and it’s painted like a forest at my end, but changes to stars at the other. The walls are a mix of gold and blood red, which is pretty. The doctor that is Everly pushes me towards a large circle table in the center of the room, where three people are talking. They all stop and look towards us when Weird Doctor clears his throat. Wait, isn’t that Hunter?!
“Detective Gunner’s little runt woke up. He’s a little stupid, but pretty willing to talk.” Hey, I’m not stupid!
“I’m sure we can get him to talk no matter what. He’s the size of a small dog, the wind could wipe him off his feet.” Said the guy in tactical gear. Rude, I’m not that small!
The person across from him snorted, and shook her head. She just waved toward Hunter, who I wasn’t expecting to see at all. I shrunk down, trying to avoid being seen. I don’t think this is a quiet hospital anymore…
“Put it in the kennels. The detective’s little pet will have some information, and quite possibly be trainable. I will come to collect little boy blue later, after business has been completed.” Hunter said, barely glancing at me before looking back down at the tablet in front of him.
Doctor Everly pulled me over to the side, and around the table. He shoved me towards a door I didn’t see before, and I started walking as quickly as I could. I didn’t want to be around Hunter or the other ones at all. He yanked the door open, and led me down the much smaller hallway, before stopping me at a door on the right. It was metal, and a lot different from all the other fancy doors. I whined and tried to pull away but Doctor Everly just grabbed me by the collar I never noticed, and yanked me forward. I pushed back when he opened the door, but he just chuckled and dragged me into the room. It was literally full of kennels, like the ones at an animal shelter. There were some actual animals, but Doctor Everly kept walking and I didn’t get a good look at them. He pulled me towards an empty one, and fiddled with the latch. After a second he sighed and stepped back.
“Hey, Seren! Got another one, unlock the damn door!” Doctor Everly called out, staring towards the back. How long are these rooms? 
A woman came around a corner, looking at us before mouthing “oh” and pulling out a keychain. She unlocked the door, and Doctor Everly shoved me in before I could do anything. I tripped over my feet, landing on my elbows while the woman, Seren?, slammed the door shut. She locked it again, before turning to Doctor Everly while I shoved myself back into the corner. I wanna go home, this is getting really scary and I don’t like it.
“Pretty young for a mutt. Did Phoenix get another useless sidekick?” Seren asked, watching me. I glared at her, but she just smirked at me.
“No, actually. Detective Gunner had him all cuffed up in his little warehouse. The guy’s going insane, trying to find us. Runt must have pissed him off, though, cuz normally he’s real protective of the kid. According to Diadem, the detective made a deal with the local heroes at the Xertic agency. The lower ranked heroes and the interns babysit the runt while the detective solves cases. The runt is pretty stupid though, so you might want to be a little extra clear if he stays.”
“Damn, alright. I’ll dig around and see if I can find gear his size, but I might have to talk to the tech guys for gear his size. I can find something less painful for him in the back somewhere. Any favorites you know of?”
“He asked for chocolate right after waking up, so that might be a good treat. Hasn’t really reacted much to anything, so you’ll have to figure that out. Does seem pretty eager and full of energy, but again, he’s an idiot. How the detective puts up with him on a daily basis, I don’t know.” I tried to shove myself farther into the corner while Doctor Everly and Seren walked off, talking about training and gear. I really, really wanna go home, cuz this is really scary and, Detective isn’t here, so he can’t make them stop, or make them let me go, or anything. He’d- wait, would he help? He has to, right? That- I wanna go home! I curled into a ball, trying to blink back tears. I wanna go home, please!…
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parttimesarah · 10 months
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riddlelenz · 2 months
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Part two of P.I.E. In the backrooms, they got to level fun, and Ghost isn’t liking the new party member they have found.
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iamrizaka · 6 months
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What if the reason Kronos targeted Williamsburg Bridge more was because of the Apollo cabin? Luke probably told him before that children of Apollo have healing powers, Silena probably told him during the war where is every cabin's members are going to be.
So he decided to take out the healers, since as long as there are doctors, soldiers will be going back to fight
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hollowsart · 5 months
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the world's most subtle supervillain.
how can you not love this ridiculous guy?
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ghosty-0w0 · 3 months
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MY MORNING IS CURSED.
I HAD THAT WEIRD DREAM
MT FACE WAS ITCHY AND RED
AND THEN AN EYELASH WAS ON MY EYEBALL
LIKE DIRECTLY ON IT
WTF IS THIS MORNING 😭🙏
OOOOOHHHH NOOOOOOO YOU POOR SOUL 🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂
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monstersandmaw · 1 year
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Snow day! (We don’t tend to get snow here very often, so they’re all having a blast!)
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skgtp-vn · 3 months
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Are you QUESTIONING me🤨 as the totally legitimate NEIL CICIEREGA (not scam) I think I am now entitled to YOUR credit card information 🖐👊🖐👊🖐👊🖐
Oh, so you wanna take on my debt? 🥹 /j
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velnica · 5 months
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It's not enough that this dude is haunted by his lady Amandine's descent into madness and voidsent corruption, he's also haunted by this little dude when the sun goes down lol
[Ursandel in Old Gridania]
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twistedappletree · 9 months
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me while writing this fic: awww 🥰🥺 AAAHHHH 😭😰 awwwww 🥰🥺 AAAAHHHHHH 😭😰😰😰😰
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aceofwonders · 6 months
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ok imma just pop off about one of my dnd ocs...
the way that maizakeen is heading for a break down has me Screaming
she had the Horrors (voices of the dead/dark thoughts and strange magic) dropped on her at age fucking twelve....she overcompensated with intense optimism and kindness to beat it all back (also training relentlessly to control her magic so she could help herself and others)
she grew up so privileged and sheltered that is was working, life was good in her little bubble.... and then it shattered when her grandfather died and further more when she went out into the world
session after session she is seeing how bleak the greater world is and it is fracturing her hold on her literal inner demons ever so slowly
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nii-chans-rabiddogs · 11 months
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Promotion?
TW: gun mention, choking. wrote this in an hour, based off of a dream i had lol.
@cupcakes-and-pain @kim-poce @maracujatangerine if yall wanna read <3
“Detective~ what's with the warehouse? I thought I was the villain, silly.” I called out, trotting towards Detective Gunner in the middle of the messy warehouse. Tools and papers were scattered everywhere on the floor and tables, inviting me to parkour around them, so obviously I chose the loudest route possible. 
“Guess what? Today, I went to that one cake shop, y’know, the one with the glitter? Can you believe they didn’t let me buy one? It’s not like I was ordering everything on the menu, either, I just wanted a chocolate cake with blue frosting and they said no! Like, c’mon. You steal a cake one time- hey, what’re you doing?”
“Ghost. Leave me alone, or shut up.” 
Well, that was rude. For a guy so Detective-y looking, you’d think he’d be nicer. Or polite-er.
“I mean, I know I talk alot, but that’s a bit unwarranted, ain’t it? I just got here, and you’ve been avoiding me for forever now. Wait, isn’t that Hunter? Why’re you looking at photos of Hunter? I mean, I guess he is kinda hot, but he’s the city supervillain, and you’re like, the ugliest detective here. Your personality could maybe probably sorta make up for it. I can-”
“Ghost, Fuck. Off. I’m not dealing with your shit today.” 
Damn, he practically snarled at me. Maybe I should leave him alone? But where’s the fun in that, besides, it's not like he can do much. Also I wanna help him hook up with Hunter, but how would I get Hunter’s attention? I guess I could- oh yeah, Phoenix. He knows all about Hunter. 
“I suppose I could, but only if you promise to let me help you two hook up!” I loudly stated, walking around him in my 18th circle in the five minutes we've been talking. Detective Gunner looks pretty pissy, I wonder why. Wait, those photos look like those case ones, but I don't remember him ever having access to supervillain cases. He finally got promoted? 
He finally looked up at me, and yeah, he’s an angy boi. He stomped off towards what might be a coffeemaker in the back, so I followed him. And also kicked everything I could on the way. Glancing over the table with the maybe-coffee on it, I saw more photos and case-stuff about Hunter. There’s also a box full of handcuffs, but not the super-handcuffs. Either the Detective is very into this man, or he really, really, really wants to arrest him. 
Detective Gunner just downed a whole pot of coffee like a shot, w h a t t h e f u c k. He turned and looked at me, just staring for a bit. Maybe five minutes, maybe 32 seconds, who knows? Not me! I stared back while grabbing a handful of handcuffs to mess with. I can turn these into noisemakers, oooooooohhhhh, fun. Mr. Gunner Sir very suddenly glances towards the cuffs with a very odd face that I Do Not Like.
“Detective? What’s- hey, lemme go, what’re you doing? That hurts, jeez-” I yammered, trying not to trip over all the stuff on the floor. Detective Gunner ignored me, yanking me along by my wrist to the pipes at the back wall. The cuffs in my other hand jangled with every step, and he very abruptly ripped two outta my hands, OW. Wait-
“You’re not seriously gonna cuff me up back here? It’s so lonely, I can't even see you past that oddly tall toolbox. Why do you even have a- OW, hey! That, why is that so tight, it hurts, stop!” 
Detective didn’t say anything, but he yanked my left hand out to the side and cuffed it onto the pipes too. I can feel my right hand losing blood flow already, why are these so tight? The detective was already back at the coffee desk, shoving things around like he’s looking for something in particular, which isn’t a fun thought.   Finally he pulled out a handgun, staring at it for all of 3 seconds before whipping around and grabbing some rope before storming his way through the mess between us. I don’t want him to get any closer, actually, so-
“If you could stay back that’d be great, please. That- i don’t like the look on your face, don’t, stop getting closer, I-” I yelped, yanking hard on the cuffs, cringing back into the wall. Detective isn’t supposed to be scary, why is he like this?! 
He glared at me, grabbing my chin and slamming my head back into the wall, before yanking my jaw open and- argh! I choked on the muzzle of the gun, thrashing and trying to get the damn thing out. It hurt, digging into the back of my throat, making me tear up and cough. I stared at the Detective, helpless as fuck while he looped the rope around my head and over the handle of the gun, then crossing another loop around and finally knotting it tight against the side of my face. Blinking back tears,  I tried to breathe, but I choked again on the damn gun. The detective got up and walked off like i wasn’t choking to death on a fucking handgun he shoved down my throat. I know he was angry, but i didn’t think- he never does anything, why, it hurts-
I tried to watch where he was going but the fucking tall ass toolbox blocked the way. He wasn’t just gonna leave me here, was he? I tried yanking on the handcuffs again, but they just cut into my wrist and made everything worse. Why is he so mad? 
I tried to ignore the pain, but the lack of breathing was a lot harder. I can’t even grab anything, not with how he cuffed my hands out to the sides. Pausing and focusing on not choking every other second, I tried to figure out what to do, but it was getting increasingly hard to think rationally.
“I’ll be back in a bit, Ghost, I finally got a lead. After this, HR can’t not promote me, and Hunter will be in jail. Maybe if you learn to shut the fuck up, I’ll let you go.” Detective Gunner shouted, and- wait, he can’t just leave me here, that’s not, this isn’t how it's supposed to go! He slammed the door and- and he actually just left me here. He- he left. 
Suddenly, the gun wasn’t the only thing stopping me from breathing. The panic I’m trying not to focus on just got so much louder, and the tears I've been holding back finally start to fall. He’ll be back, right? He has to, he- he has to!
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total-fandom-tr45h · 1 month
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Well...
My parents put our dog down today.
Our beloved greyhound, Nikita, was a little more than a month away from turning 9 years old.
We'll miss you.
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ghosticereal · 4 months
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Man.
I need a fucking postit note on my forehead saying 'interact at your own risk' cause like. I fucking suck at talking to people wow.
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To add onto your headcannon, we always wonder how Klaus helped out during missions since he didn't really use his powers. Maybe he got shafted with the "cleanup" a lot. His 'Are we burning or burying' line in S2 means either they had to deal with a lot of bodies themselves as kids, or he's had to dispose of quite a few as an adult. Probably both knowing the way Klaus's life has seemed to have gone.
yes I love this!!!!! the ‘burning or burying’ line in s2 lives rent free in my head too 😂
we just need more klaus being weirdly comfy with dead bodies tbh cos to him they really must feel more like meat sacks (especially as he realises he’s immortal and apparently can re manifest a whole ass flesh prison in an alternate dimension)
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