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444tsumu · 3 years

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HAPPY 100 MARS!!!/&/&: AHHH! okay so i’d love a tier three if you didn’t mind! i wanted to know which 3 characters would smoke ouid and what you think smoking with them would be like? ily tysm!

▭ WHICH CHARACTERS SMOKE WEED?

includes matsukawa, hanamaki, suna

warnings drug use, explicit content, doing things under the influence, implied sexual content, slight nsfw.

authors note lol ik some people don’t like the whole “w*ed” and dr*g use hc but it’s all fiction and based on my own personal opinion (: i don’t mean to offend anyone lol i smoke too <3

This is a long one, beware <3 also it’s also my dream blunt rotation LMAO

𖥻 MATSUKAWA, ISSEI !

definitely the philosophical stoner

always has a question or an answer

depends on how much he’s smoked though

eyes get really red and he looks really hot

prefers backwoods over regular papers

always smoked regular papers though bc woods are bad for you (:

does that thing where they lick the paper and look at you at the same time

the hottest man smoking ever god please

always makes sure to have you sitting on his left so that he passes it to you first

loves smoking people out

doesn’t really care if you put in money or not

if issei is around, everyone is getting high

smokes makki’s unemployed ass out like everyday lmao

loves to hotbox

lights you up for the first time and tries to get you into another galaxy

“if you’re gonna get high, at least do it right”

definitely funny as fuck when he’s high

always definitely ready to fuck

very touchy when he’s high

will hold on to you for a long time and forget he’s doing it

but if you make him let go he genuinely feels the skin contact nearly rip off

calm down mattsun your possessiveness is showing

tries to explain all the different types to you but forgets mid sentence

literally cannot formulate a single structured thought

definitely leans in to make out with you more than once

loves shotgunning with you

already lazy but when he’s zooted he’s UNBEARABLE

he really does wanna fuck but ends up smoking too much with you because you played chicago and forgot

doesn’t really get hungry for food but munchies?

ate all of the snacks

has no remorse for his actions either

stares into the deep nothing for like 10 minutes

just to snap out of it and look around suspiciously

“do you guys hear that….?”

“…..no?”

“………..the paint is screaming at me?”

ok buddy don’t ruin this for everyone else

knows how to french & ghost inhale

has argued with makki many times over the earth being flat

doesn’t really think it’s flat

ends up believing it is after makki told him the world was actually dome shaped

has a grinder shaped like a dragon ball

not a peer pressuring kinda guy but thinks everyone should get high at least once

definitely gets iwa and oikawa to try

loves getting oikawa high cause he thinks the guy is fucking hilarious

laughs at everything

just a great guy, especially when he starts smoking

falls into a weed coma and doesn’t wake up for like 3 days though

treats it like it’s a regular hangover

definitely falls asleep with his entire body on top of you and no remorse for the weight

says “i’m fried” and isn’t embarrassed about it for whatever reason

he’s hot so no one judges him

𖥻 HANAMAKI, TAKAHIRO !

definitely a comedian when he’s high

always the funniest guy in the room

when him and mattsun are together though?

undefeated

him and issei both smoked for the first time together

after that though?

they became unstoppable

don’t get me started with after volleyball season ended

prefers bongs because he thinks he looks cooler lmao

everyone assumes makki is high but they don’t know he actually gets high

offers to smoke you out cause you’re hot lmao

makes fun of you when you cough

even though he still coughs

hates hotboxing because he can’t handle it

but refuses to pussy out so he’s always the first one to agree

in his own words

“my mother didn’t raise no bitch”

makki please

ideal smoking partner

is one of those people that fuck the passing rotation up because he refuses to pass it to anyone but you

secretly does it because he doesn’t want anyone else’s lips touching yours

prefers to smoke with just his close friends but doesn’t mind a session

doesn’t like shotgunning cause he starts thinking his breath smells bad

gives in anyways because he doesn’t want you doing it with anyone else

loves when you put your legs on him

the pressure gives him chills

makes jokes 24/7 because he likes hearing you laugh

can’t french inhale but mattsun taught him how to ghost inhale and he hasn’t stopped since

takes videos of himself cause he thinks he looks cool

realizes he looks like a fucking idiot but fuck it we ball

falls into a weed coma with his head on your lap and his phone unlocked and still on

does that thing where he lights it up with it in his mouth and looks really fucking hot while doing so

has a breaking bad rick & morty rolling tray and is really proud of it

gets really into music when he’s high

will sing along to all the songs while he’s packing the bong

as i repeat

looks hot while doing so

definitely a hungry high

orders food before you even get to ask

“makki, want some snacks?”

“oh nah it’s cool, i already ordered mcdonald’s”

“????? we just finished smoking????”

prefers smoking over drinking but will do both when he wants to go big or go home

eyes get really low

talks kinda slow but really deep and it’s fucking hot

laughs by throwing his head back and it’s really cute

gets cold when he’s high

it doesn’t matter the season

he gets fucking cold and it makes no sense

so he’ll need your body heat to warm himself up (;

𖥻 SUNA, RINTAROU !

a confused high

no doubt about it

this man never knows what the fuck is going on

ik everyone complains about the stoner!suna hc

but i think it’s fucking hot lmao

always has like 2 blunts rolled and on him at all times

is one of those people that will use any excuse to do it

“……(sighs) i’m gonna go take a smoke break.”

“suna we just got here??”

“exactly”

likes joints and edibles the best

not much of a hungry high or munchie high

but he hyperfixates on a certain food and will eat it until there is nothing left

ate an entire pack of gum in one sitting before

definitely watches cartoons the minute he starts to feel the buzz

rarely talks unless to pass it to you or make a single joke that has you about to pee yourself

he doesn’t say much but when he does?

the man leaves an impact

hates smoking with other people

doesn’t like when they fuck his blunt/joint up

hates smoking joints rolled by other people unless he watches them do it

always complains when you ask to smoke with him but secretly loves it

shotguns with you and acts like nothing just happened

hello sir how dare you make me fall inlove like that

forgets everything so don’t try to say anything important to him

zones out because he’s too busy imagining fucking

but then forgets about fucking and starts thinking about what’s on the tv

can’t hold a conversation but will go in-depth as to why spongebob squarepants was more than just a sponge

“no you need to listen to me, patrick star is much more than just his best friend—”

“….rin what the fuck are you talking about?”

“you’re asking me like i know? pass the blunt.”

definitely got into smoking in high school but didn’t actually do it like that until college

lies on his drug tests lmao

smokes after every win as a celebration and smokes after ever loss as a reliever

lmao seek help sir

definitely tries to get you to take your shirt off when he’s in the moment

swears it’s because he’s doing you a favor but really just loves how you look in his clothes when he’s high

doesn’t really know when to stop because he’s never greened out before

all his supplies is a simple shade of black

he’s a simple man

can do all the smoke tricks

but won’t do it in front of anyone cause he hates when people point it out

likes hotboxing because it gets him higher faster

is actually friends with the guy he gets weed from lmao

his perfect date with you was that one time you guys stood home and did nothing but smoke and watch family guy

tears up every time he thinks about it

has a picture of himself with two blunts in his mouth and his eyes really red and it’s really fucking hot

giggles even though he tries not to

uses pens when he can’t physically have weed on him

doesn’t really like it because the pen high makes him knock out after a few pulls

once rin falls into a weed coma???

don’t even think about trying to contact him cause that man might as well be dead

doesn’t wake up to save his own damn life

you can smack him and the most he’d do is probably groan and turn his head lmao

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siimjaeyun · 3 years

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Chapter 5: Mystery Song

Synopsis: At the dawn of night, a soft tune plays in the air, bewitching children and driving away every adult possible from the city of Seoul. Not to mention, Jay is finally up to solving a real mystery and disappointing his parents for once in his life.

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The little boy sat with his legs crossed in front of the bright screen. An episode of Spongebob was displayed, entertaining and distracting his young mind.

You slowly approached the T.V, managing to shut it off.

“Time for bed Chan.” He nodded quietly and waited for Jay to come and help him clean up the mess he had made earlier. One clean-up later, and he sat patiently in his bed under the covers.

“Goodnight buddy.” You planted a kiss on his forehead and Jay gave him a fist bump before switching off the lights to let him rest.

“We’re lucky we got Chan, remember when Jungwon and Sunoo tried babysitting their neighbor’s kid?”

“Yes, considering we were the ones who ended up babysitting.” The both of you laughed reminiscing the old memories: paint splattered walls, and juice stains on the cushions were definitely how you wanted to spend your weekend.

“We make a good team, you know. Aside from our bitter rivalry.” Jay slowly played with his hands while looking down.

“We do. You know if you ever want to join us on an inves-” You didn't get to finish your statement before the two of you heard the sound of a flute from outside. Jay drew back the curtains and was met with a cloth covered person who was too far to distinguish.

At the same time, a small crash was heard from upstairs. Worried, you went to check on the young boy you had promised to babysit. He came out of the room, jumping on top of you; his hair had become white, and his fangs clearly meant that he was not the sweet boy from earlier.

“Come on.” Chan chased you downstairs until the two of you managed to jump out the window. He retreated backwards, closing the window you had just jumped out of.

In the distance, a creature had claimed his first mission.

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“We don’t know what happened. One moment he’s falling asleep, and in the next, he’s trying to threaten me and Jay. Do you think we can check on him?”

“Sure, not like we’ll miss out on anything at school.” It took a while for Heeseung to process his statement until a subtle light bulb appeared in his mind.

“Actually no, I’m failing civics, and I’m this close to losing my trap privileges.”

“I could help you! I’m great at civics.”

“Sure you are.” At hearing Sunghoon’s cocky remark, you grabbed your small chapstick and chucked it at his shoulder while he was distracted with the sugar treat in his hand.

“Thanks, but my dad already hired a tutor. She’s a senior.” Your expression fell at hearing the clear “her,” in his response, but frankly you no longer carried the energy to settle for another response.

“Hey take a look at that, people are moving out!” Jay, who agreed to tag along with your group of friends, pointed towards the street of fleeing cars. Heeseung parked and all of you rushed to see the amount of parents who were packing their belongings. It even included Chan’s parents.

“Hey Chief Kim, what’s going on?” Chief Kim turned and saw your faces and wasn’t shy in expressing his clear disappointment.

“Well they tell of this creature, ‘Que Horrifico.’ It has been appearing late at night, playing a tune on their flute and spookifying children.”

“It’s true, it explains why Chan grew fangs and yellow eyes.” Your bodies remained on the sidewalk, quietly observing as more and more couples fled from the street.

“Well, guess that means a new mystery!” Jake had celebrated a little too soon, before Chief Kim and the other officers placed handcuffs on the group.

“But dad!” One by one, the teens were placed in the back of the police car, clearly unsurprised by the times this has occurred before.

“Nothing, this is a great business! And all you can do is not flunk civics!” Mayor Lee led his son inside the car, and slammed the door shut to drive them school.

“Wow, at least it’s Jake and Jay’s first time getting arrested!”

“You say that like it’s a good thing Sunoo.” Sunoo rolled his eyes, and used his shoulders to shove Jay slightly.

“Well, at least maybe they’ll cut some slack on y/n from now on.”

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Out of good will, the entire group had agreed to accompany Heeseung to meet his new tutor.

“Lee Heeseung.” A tiny voice called out for him, and was met with a young girl with huge rimmed glasses staring intensely at him.

“You’re my civics tutor?” The other boys tried to cover their laughs, but were unsuccessful given that Heeseung stared back in a strangling manner.

“My name is Naeun, and yes. Civics is my passion. I’m actually supposed to be in college, but they told me High School would help with social skills. I applied to be appointed to the Seoul Civic Board, but your father said I was, ‘too young.’ Come now Heeseung.” Naeun grabbed his hand and led him off towards an empty table while the rest of you saw the scene unfold in front of you.

“Let’s go get ice cream while he studies!” Jake lazily slung his arm over your shoulders and you had no reaction until you accidentally collided with the person in front of you.

“My apologies Dr.Lopez!” You got down on your knees to help him with the stuff he had dropped seconds before. Oddly enough, a page was opened to an image that Chief Kim had demonstrated earlier about ‘Que Horrifico.’

“Ah, yes. Thank you.” Almost quickly, he snatched the book from his hands and went off in a hurry leaving you both confused and puzzled.

… Later that night

The night had made its presence in the city, and once more the tune of a pan flute began. Parents recoiled from their spooked children and escaped their homes.

Que Horrifico had claimed its next mission.

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“More people are leaving?” Another trail of cars followed the exit of the city, meanwhile the van drove towards the street.

“At this point, Seoul is going to be a ghost town.” Everyone nodded in agreement to Jungwon’s statement.

“Where’s Jay by the way?” You stayed silent.

“Your parents huh?” Sunghoon looked at you before your look gave away the response.

The night before, Jay had run into trouble with your parents after they heard he had hung out with you and your friends. They were even more upset when they knew you had been arrested and dragged away to school. They had prohibited any connection with Jay and your friends; they were fearful he would be like you.

Heeseung parked the car on the curb and broke the rest of you away from any thoughts. As the six of you stood waiting, Sunghoon’s mother was seen leading a city tour.

“Mom?” Sunghoon waited patiently, and his mother gave him a quick smile.

“What did I tell you? Go to school, this is good for the business!”

“But-” His mother managed to lunge a t-shirt at his face.

“Wear it to school! And if they ask, it’s $15!”

Once you arrived at school, you lead the team towards Dr.Lopez's office. In one movement, Sunoo opened the door, finding a room filled with artifacts.

“What is all this?” Jungwon began playing around with the posters, before pulling back the cloth covering a pan flute.

“What are you doing in my office?” Dr.Lopez stepped into the room, glancing at what was a bunch of teens snooping at his belongings.

“I’m so sorry, we just wanted to come talk to you.”

“Cool dart piece by the way.” Heeseung complimented him before Jake stepped in to correct him.

“It’s a pan flute.”

“And!? Just because I have a pan flute, I’m Que Horrifico. How dare you accuse me!” He slammed his fists on the table; meanwhile you all just kept your stares on him.

“We’re not. We just want to know about Que Horrifico.”

“Ahh yes. Give me a moment will you.” Dr.Lopez set up the monitor, displaying the slideshow in color and everything.

“The tale of Que Horrifico says that using his pan flute, he stalks the streets at night. His tune turns children into monsters. He takes them to his home and builds an army.”

“Yikes. What kind of person needs a child army?”

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“Lee Heeseung, we have civics tutoring remember!” Naeun, like usual, stopped by and tried to drag the young boy away.

“I’m sorry Naeun, but I’ve got something more important to do!”

“What can be more important than civics!?” The child crossed her arms and paid no attention to the other teens staring at her from behind Heeseung.

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“Shh, don’t make a sound.” Sunghoon gestured a shush motion as the six of you ducked under the window vision of Dr.Lopez.

“Why are we here anyway?” Sunoo asked in a whisper like manner; the teen’s head sticking from outside the bushes.

“We have to make sure that if Dr.Lopez is Que Horrifico, that we can stop him.” It was a few seconds before you noticed Jay running across the street in your direction.

“Guys!” All of you quickly repeated Sunghoon’s earlier motion, but achieved no luck when Jay crashed into the trash cans causing Dr.Lopez to open his windows.

“You do think I’m Que Horrifico, and...I’m starting to think it’s true. Come inside.” You helped Jay up from the floor and walked into the cozy room that was furnished with fun trinkets.

Heeseung grabbed a long chain and began to wrap it around Dr.Lopez who was seated on the chair. Now, they waited.

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An hour passed by and nothing had still occurred.

“It’s happening!!!” Dr.Lopez began to scream with all his might, but a small gas sound escaped from him.

Still, nothing.

The same flute sound began once more, it echoed in the distance. Immediately, you all raced out the front door and saw Que Horrifico with a pan flute in its hand.

It was not Dr.Lopez after all.

“We need to set a trap, now.”

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“Uhh, why are we at a house?” Jake questioned his older companions, but saw as Heeseung took out a couple of costumes from a bin.

“Well, let’s just say a new family will be moving in.”

“And who’s stupid enough to do that?” Sunoo emptily looked at his friends, before a proud smirk appeared on Heeseung’s face.

Jungwoon and Sunoo were now dressed in children’s clothes, while you were dressed in a stereotypical stay at home mom outfit. Meanwhile, Heeseung placed a suit blazer over his outfit, and Sunghoon, (who hated his outfit the most,) found himself in a grandpa costume. In the meantime, Jay and Jake took the liberty of setting up the trap upstairs.

“Wow. Look at all these toys.” Jungwon’s sarcastic tone made Jay roll his eyes while he mounted the sets of ropes.

“Wow, don’t you think this is a wonderful night.” You unconsciously placed a hand on Heeseung’s shoulders, but he was quick to move it off.

“Quit it, we’re married. We can’t be happy.”

“Come on children, it’s time for bed.” Sunoo and Jungwon got up from the grass and headed indoors with you, Heeseung, and grandpa Sunghoon following.

In a matter of seconds, the same tune began to play again. This time, you were prepared….or so you thought.

At the first sight of Que Horrifico, Jake and Jay let go of the ropes which successfully planted the net onto the creature’s body. But what they didn’t expect was the monster children that were marching behind them.

“Get them!” In a shriek like manner, the children were commanded to attack.

All of you dashed towards the home, splitting into three different directions. Sunoo and Jungwon ran upstairs, while Jay, Jake, and Sunghoon went into the kitchen. That left you and Heeseung running to the living room.

You had attempted to bolt the door shut, but the children dropped oil onto the floor causing you to slip backwards before Heeseung managed to catch you in a typical kdrama manner.

Upstairs, Sunoo and Jungwon had found refuge in the closet, while the 02 liners found themselves fighting off the young monsters heading into the kitchen.

“Come on.” There was no escape, and the child army only approached you closer and closer.

“I guess this is it Jungwon. It was nice being your friend.”

“I’ll miss you Sunoo!” As Sunoo and Jungwon hugged each other tightly, but were startled when the shaking at their closet door came to a stop. Your foot had pressed on the remote controller which turned on the TV to Spongebob. It distracted the children and suddenly all of them began to sit on the floor with a quiet giggle.

“You fools! The plan!” Que Horrifico was by the window and sprinted off when he saw the seven of you chase him with a net in hand.

The net finally trapped him accurately, and Chief Kim had also arrived on time.

“Now, let’s see who you are…” Jake pulled back the mask and it revealed the young girl who claimed herself a civics master.

“Naeun, but why?”

“I’ll tell you why. I told you I had brilliant ideas for running the city, but when no one listened, I needed to make my own plan. I learned about Que Horrifico in Dr.Lopez’s class, and I used the drama department to make my costume. I went to every elementary school and used my english skills to promise them utopia! But when that didn’t work, I offered them candy. My tune was a signal for them to get dressed, the town would be free of adults. And I would have been successful if it wasn’t for you meddling school people!”

Chief Kim casted a pair of handcuffs and dragged her away.

In the meantime, Jay had gone off under a tree to answer a phone call. He was not ready to give up the new life he had found with friends.

He was ready to stop being perfect.

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Next Chapter: The tale of Hong Chanmi

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#enhypen #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #jungwon #heeseung #heeseung imagines #enhypen jay #enhypen jake #jake imagines #sunghoon #sunoo #niki

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mar-bluu · 4 years

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Thank you so much @gendistic42 for the prompt!!

Characters: Race, Buttons, Finch, Spot, Albert Ship/s: a little bit of Sprace Word count: 1250 Warnings: swearing, shitty writing and no editing

“So, what’re you dressed as, Race?” Race snorted into his cup of ‘dragon blood’ punch, he held his arms out and did a small, showy turn. He raised an eyebrow and gave a cocky grin. “I’ll give ya one guess.” The confused face of Buttons stared back. Buttons blinked slowly at him in the dim lighting then let out a long breath, scanning Race as his hands gestured vaguely to the other boy in front of him. He opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn’t find the right words, only small squeaks and the fragmented beginnings of sentences passed through his lips. Race rolled his eyes and swiped his hands up and down his costume and raised his voice to speak over the loud music. “C’mon, Buttons, you’ve got this. Who am I dressed as?” Buttons shook his head softly, his mouth still opening and closing as he tried to hazard a guess. “…I…. I have no clue.” He squeezed out. “Not one.” Race scoffed disbelievingly, a small confused smirk etched into his face. “Really?” “Really.” Buttons deadpanned. Race gave a short half-shocked chuckle and pointed to Buttons’ own cup. “Uh, ya are drinking the non-alcoholic punch right?” “Yeah.” The two faced each other in silence, each trying to process just what was happening. After a brief pause Race cocked his head to the side. “You’re not pullin’ my leg are ya?” Buttons shook his head again and chuckled. “No! Can you just tell me who you’re dressed as?” Race grinned. “I swear ya need glasses. Hey Finch!” he called out. Finch, who was sporting a pokemon black trainer outfit, turned around, talonflame plush swaying dangerously on his shoulder. “Yeah?” he asked. Race smiled smugly and puffed out his chest, gesturing to himself with his thumb. “Who am I dressed as?”

He was met with silence.

Finch stared at him through narrowed eyes, the coloured lights reflecting off the gym badges displayed on his chest. He took a sharp breath in and held it. “A flapper?” Race’s chest deflated as he stared into F’s eyes trying to find a glimmer of humour that gave away the joke.

He found no such glimmer.

“Are- are ya kiddin’!?” Finch shrugged. “…No.” Race drew his hand sharply to his chest in offence, sputtering at the pair of equally confused looking faces staring back at him. “I can’t believe this.” Race said, more to himself than anyone else, but Buttons reached out a hesitant hand and patted Race’s arm gently. “It’s okay…” he said slowly, “Not everyone’s costumes are easy to guess.” “Not easy to guess!?” Race gasped incredulously. “Are ya out of your mind!?” he gestured to himself again. “’Not easy to guess’?” Buttons and Finch shared a half-puzzled half-concerned look. Race couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He felt hot and cold at the same time, and he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead, was this shock? He took a deep breath in and stepped backwards, away from the two other boys. “I can’t be here.” “What?” “I have to go.” Race whispered, turning on his heel, and shaking his head in disappointment. “Uh, okay?” Finch said, bewildered. “Enjoy the rest of the party?” “I have to go!” He repeated, shaking his head harder and walking away, leaving two very baffled friends behind him.

Race was running through everything that just happened in his mind, quietly yet frantically talking out loud to himself as he tried to make sense of it, almost choking on his own spit in the process. This had to be some sort of joke, right? Like they couldn’t just not know who he was dressed as! They couldn’t just not know this iconic villain! It wasn’t like he had made it difficult, what with a form-fitting black dress, bright red gloves- cigarette holder dangling between his fingers- large, fluffy white coat, and if that didn’t give it away, he had dyed his hair half black and half white. They couldn’t just not know Cruella De Vil! This had to be a joke. This had to be, and he was going to prove it.

It wasn’t a joke.

Or if it was, it was awfully well-coordinated, because not one person at this damn Halloween party could tell him who he was dressed as. Each guess was wilder and further off than the last, and he genuinely couldn’t believe it was a joke anymore. So far he’d gotten “fancy demon”, “drag queen ghost”, “a queen who’s doing a shit job of blending in with commoners”, “Mrs Wallace from down the street”- which Race had to admit, wasn’t too far off, and “the ‘chocolates’ lady from SpongeBob but sexy”. After the ordeal which Race could only describe as stressing, he was tired, and annoyed, and most of all pissed off that no one could tell he was Cruella De Vil. So there he was, sat in a corner, nursing a now half-empty cup of dragon blood as he sulked and stewed in his own bad mood, the loud music vibrated around the room and made the wall he leaned against shudder with every beat. He frowned at the sickly sweet liquid in his cup. His scrunched up face looked back up at him, only making Race frown harder. The tips of a pair of boots appeared at the corner of his vision, and Race glanced up. A ghostly sailor stood over him. Race sighed. “Hey, Spottie.” “Well that wasn’t quite the greeting I was expecting.” Spot smirked and extended his hand, which Race took begrudgingly, and hauled him to his feet. Once up, Race slumped forward, placing his face in the crook of Spot’s neck. He felt a sturdy hand on his shoulder pull him further into the embrace. “What’s got ya so bummed out, huh?” Spot murmured in his ear. Race rolled his head to the side and exhaled loudly. “’s nothin’ really.” Spot cupped Race’s jaw with one hand and gently moved his face up to meet his eyes, giving him a pointed look. Race sighed again, giving in to his boyfriends’ silent question. “It’s just-” he began with a whine. “No one knows who I’m dressed as!” “That’s it?” Spot asked. Race quirked an eyebrow. “Who am I dressed as, Spot?” “…” “Exactly.” He smooshed his face back into Spot’s neck in annoyance. “Oh come on, I’m sure someone has to know!” It was Race’s turned to give the pointed look. He sucked on his teeth, then clicked his tongue and looked over Spot’s shoulder. “Hey Al, who am I?” Albert turned around and squinted at him, assessing what parts of the outfit he could see. “I dunno, a 1940s prostitute?” he shrugged. Spot snickered and Race shot him a pouty glare. He slammed his head back into his boyfriend’s shoulder and screamed for a few seconds before lifting his head up, looking at the ceiling. “Everyone here is so uncultured! Why can’t people tell I’m dressed as Cruella De Vil!?” he shouted to the room. Heads swivelled in the direction of the sound and a round of small “oh”’s and sounds of recognition rippled out. “Ah yeah, I can see it.” “Oh that’s why his hair is like that!” “I still think he looks like Mrs Wallace.” Race sighed. “Next year I’m gonna add a nametag to my costume.” A voice sounded somewhere to his left. “Wait, you dressed up?” “God damn it!”

#sdjvnz.dvn #hope this isnt too garbage #but uh yeah!#thanks for the prompt!#jae writes #racetrack higgins #spot conlon #sprace #buttons davenport #finch cortez #albert dasilva #newsies #q wanna move the next edition

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beebleboosuwu · 4 years

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Alright.

There are a lot of conflicting emotions about having The Music Man kicking out Beetlejuice from the Winter Garden. Although I am bitter that one of my favourite musicals is being replaced in favour of money and two big names is just.. not sitting right, but I am open to everything and trying to look at everything with open eyes and an unbiased opinion.

Did Will Blum’s influence this a little? Yes.

Was the post a little unsound and unprofessional? I think so but it brought up some great points.

Yes, I agree. The fact that you are selling a name instead of a GREAT show is disrespect to the source material. Hugh Jackman is an awesome guy and his tenure as the Boy From Oz is forever embedded into Broadway his(her)story as being a stepping stone for Hugh’s career. Also you have Broadway star, Sutton Foster, another big name who, if you are a theatre lover, can’t help but fawn and scream in excitement.

We all know and love Hugh Jackman as the Wolverine/James Howlett/ Logan, that’s what people associate him as such. Fun fact he played that role from 2000-2018. Wolverine is known to be big, all muscle and raw strength, but in the theatre world we know him as a musical theatre actor. Jackman first claim to international's fame was in 1999 when he played the leading man, Curly McLain, in the film adaptation of Oklahoma! He played the titular character Peter Allen in Boy from Oz in 2004 which he won a Tony for and Jean Valjean in the film adaptation of Les Miserables in 2012 while that wasn't the best adaptation of that musical, they did include Broadway and West End actors which was awesome! And lastly the most recent entry musical/film role was P.T Barnum in The Greatest Showman, Jackman went on tour last year singing songs from The Greatest Showman and some other songs from other musicals he previously worked in. He is an amazing vocalist, actor and dancer. His performance in Boy From Oz says as such in a review by Charles Isherwood: praising Jackman but panned the show: "Jackman is giving a vital and engaging performance in this pitifully flimsy musical almost in spite of the material he’s been handed. It’s a sad waste of an exciting talent." I’m pumped.

Sutton Foster is a Broadway actress that is well known for her two-time Tony award winning performance as Millie in Thoroughly Modern Millie. She has also roles from other shows such as: Chess, Funny Girl, Les Miserables, Anything Goes, Grease and MANY more. I knew her best as Reno Sweeney from Anything Goes, her vocals are nothing but extraordinary and her acting is nothing to sleep on, she is an excellent dancer and I cannot help to try and recreate in my bedroom when I’m alone. You can say all you want about her, but she is one of the Broadway actresses I know from the top of my head, alongside Patti LuPone, Sierra Boggess and Liza Minelli. She is also the younger sister of Hunter Foster of Little Shop of Horrors and Urinetown fame. Foster is going to be amazing as Jackman's partner in the upcoming production and honestly as a fan, I am so excited!

They are both triple threats but.. no one knows a lot about the Music Man. It is a classic and has been around since the late 50′s.

Broadway, coming into the new decade of 2020, is becoming more MODERN. All these new musicals that have come out during this past decade might not have made it to Broadway but they are more aligned with the changing times and modern settings. Though there are musicals based on films from the 80′s that reach out to that generation and reintroduce them into that mind space they were in back in the day.

American Idiot, great musical, angsty music but has that throwback niche to that rebellious stage some, or not most, of us went through in the 2000′s.

Elf, that also starred Will Blum at one point, is fan service to those who love the holiday season and those who loved the film that came out in 2003. I haven't listened to it yet BUT I WILL EVENTUALLY.

Heathers, we all love the Heathers. Also Winona Ryder, who played Lydia Deetz in the 1988 Beetlejuice film, starred as Veronica Sawyer. Like Elf, IT BRINGS INTEREST TO THAT GENERATION SO THEY COULD BUY TICKETS TO THIS SHOW THAT WAS BASED ON A FILM THEY WATCHED AS TEENS. Also can we just forget about the horrible rendition of Candy Store done by the cast of Riverdale? That never happened. NEVER. HAPPENED.

Beetlejuice, Come From Away, Ghost, Once, Book of Mormon, Finding Neverland, Newsies, Kinky Boots, Natasha, Pierre & The Great Comet of 1812, Big Fish, 21 Chump Street, Amélie, Be More Chill, Hamilton, Head Over Heels, Lazarus, School of Rock, Something Rotten!, Tuck Everlasting, Waitress, Anastasia, Hadestown, SpongeBob SquarePants, The Prom, Ain’t Too Proud, Everybody’s Talking About Jamie, Frozen, Mean Girls, Six, Summer: The Donna Summer Musical, The Lightning Thief, Jagged Little Pill, Moulin Rouge!, The Cher Show, Tina: The Tina Turner Musical, & Juliet, Mrs. Doubtfire.

These are SOME of the MANY shows that came out this decade!

Some musicals are entirely satirical so that was a niche for audiences who love the weird and messed up humour, some musicals are named after the films or shows they were based off of. So old audiences can take interest into coming to Broadway, okay I get that because again, nostalgia, some are entirely original or had little to no source material! Some are based around history, some about civil rights issues and some of them are jukebox musicals that appeal to people who like those artists.

Broadway has always been conservative and prefers to play it safe when it comes to opening a new productions and the dominant audiences have been older and more traditional. So that stereotypical Broadway show people think of is just that, the lead character getting their “want song” in, a lot of dancing, internal or external conflict that ultimately gets resolved with cheerful songs and set pieces. Although newer audiences want those boundary pushing shows so CAN get introduced to musicals like the Music Man, it means nothing if they were never introduced to the strange and unusual first. Everyone wants to advance to find that next big thing but they can’t do that when it is all safe but we did get some of them with Cats, Beetlejuice, Carrie, Matilda The Addams Family and more.

I totally get the interest of bringing back a musical that hasn’t been on Broadway for 20 years (last performance was in 2000) and it is a great way to reintroduce an old piece back into the world again, but it was at the expense of new artists making their Broadway dream a reality. The decision to evict, not close, evict Beetlejuice from the Winter Garden was a big mistake by the Schubert Organization. The Schubert Organization is one of the biggest landlord of theatres in New York, they at least own 17 Broadway theatres. Here’s the reason why they’re so successful:

They don’t keep shows that don't bring the cold hard cash. It’s show business, it has always been about the business and never about the show. As much as we could scream and shout to keep Beetlejuice in the Winter Garden all we want, it is unfortunately their decision to keep them or boot them out. We all know that productions have to be approved by a theatre organization so that production can be leant one of their many theatres, they show also had to keep up a total of sales from tickets above that number per week. As all of you know, that’s what happened with Beetlejuice. Ticket sales dried up and fell way below the amount. There was talk around the theatre community that a production of the Music Man was in the works with Hugh Jackman as the lead. So... they saw Beetlejuice as dead weight and sought out to cash in on Hugh Jackman’s name and fame.

There was a lot of problems from the show but most of their problems came from the critics. Mixed reviews was all the show got but the biggest blows came from the New York Times and Ben Brantley saying that the show never came to that same conclusion of home and belonging like other Broadway shows. This killed their ticket sales cause everyone goes through those reviews before they see a show. However that’s the thing, Beetlejuice never wanted that. The entire creative team and the cast knew that what they had was entirely unconventional, like it was their way sticking of the middle finger at the word conventional.

There's no doubt that the Music Man, Hugh Jackman, Sutton Foster and the cast and creative team will be amazing at the Winter Garden and it is highly unfortunate that the eviction of Beetlejuice was done for the sake of financial greed. I’m glad they were only evicted and not closed, the show IS still on and the public demand for the show is high. I know a lot of us hate the decision but what could you do? It’s all about the business aspect of Broadway and never the show.

Even though Beetlejuice had its problems with its opening following the Harvey Weinstein controversy, having the Music Man revival during this time of political conflict is a little awkward. Let’s trade a sexual, murderous demon for a eulogized conman.. that seems right.

I’m sure the show will be fantastic but the circumstances leading up to the opening is shady and not shining a good light for the Schubert Organization but lets not hate the actors and the creative team of the Music Man, they didn't do anything wrong. Instead, point that dislike to corporate greed, but is okay. The show is not closed and is only evicted from the theatre. Eventually they will find a new theatre on or off Broadway for everyone’s enjoyment again! Also that National Tour is coming up in Fall 2021 I believe, I personally can’t just fly to New York but I will be watching the National Tour if it does roll by where I live.

Keep safe my friends 💚🤍🖤

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I have an STD 60. I know the singer of the Clash’s name 61. The only IM program I have is AIM 62. I skateboard regularly 63. I live on the north side of town 64. I have been to Alaska 65. I’ve worn a cowboy hat 66. I watch late night infomercials for retarded, unnecessary things 67. I LOVE DOING THE DEATH GROWL TO MY FAVORITE METAL SONGS. 68. That last question was dumb. 69. I know what the word “peligroso” means in English 70. I speak another language fluently 71. I’ve been in a limo 72. I own a bong 73. My lungs hurt 74. I know someone who’s committed suicide 75. I’ve got a six pack and I don’t need you! 76. I know what band sung the above line 77. I like strong boys. 78. I’m sick right now 79. I know someone who’s currently enlisted in the army 80. I do not own a color phone 81. My birthday is in September 82. I hate mall cops 83. I hate most cops in general 84. I’m wearing blush 85. I live in an apartment 86. I’m still in high school. 87. I own something from Victoria’s Secret 88. I don’t know a boy that wears girls pants 89. I’ve had the same best friend since I was 8. 90. Brownies are my favorite 91. So is cake 92. I’ve heard the song “Looks Good in Leather” 93. I own some sort of propaganda, fake or real 94. I deny the Holocaust happened 95. Kisses are my favorite sign of affection 96. I need to charge my phone 97. My purse could pass for a suitcase 98. I take birth control 99. I only buy what’s fashionable

1. I love bolding 2. I know someone named Mimi 3. I hate my old best friend 4. My favorite alcoholic drink is Jack n Coke 5. I have a digital camera 6. I’m talking to at least one person online 7. I like watching college basketball 8. I have never moved. 9. I have at least one cat 10. I have at least one dog 11. I’m going to see a movie tonight maybe 12. I make my own AIM icons 13. I’m in pain 14. I watch more than five shows a day 15. I love the Cure 16. My parents like some of the same music I do 17. I have never been to the dentist 18. I listen to the radio 19. I do my own laundry 20. I’ve made at least one article of clothing 21. I have/want something on my face pierced 22. I go to at least one concert a week 23. I’ve written a story 24. I’ve dyed my hair every color of the rainbow 25. I own a Grand Theft Auto game 26. My favorite pattern is camoflauge 27. I know someone who does/did cocaine 28. I have too many game systems 29. I love scary movies 30. I hate scary movies 31. I’ve had sex more than 5 times 32. My favorite chips are Lays Original 33. I think butter is unhealthy 34. I hate the Osbournes 35. I used to have dreadlocks 36. I need to take medicine for something 37. I suffer from insomnia 38. I speak ebonics 39. I’ve gambled 40. And won 41. I have at least one gay friend 42. I like going to pet stores 43. I own a dog toy 44. And I don’t have a dog 45. I own more than ten candles 46. I’ve smoked a cigarette in the shower before 47. I’ve flunked a class 48. I listen to music every day 49. I have more than one nickname 50. I wear pajamas when I feel like it 51. I’m wearing more than one jewelry item 52. I haven’t washed my hair in a week 53. I watch the Grammy’s every year 54. Along with the Macy’s Parade 55. My favorite season is winter 56. I have seen the All American Rejects live 57. And I’ve enjoyed it. 58. Boobs are nothing special 59. I go swimming at least once a week in summer. 60. I have a pool. 61. I’ve gone skinnydipping 62. I’ve played strip poker 63. And lost 64. I want a nautical star tattoo 65. My cell phone turns off when it’s charging 66. And it pisses me off 67. I used to buy my entire wardrobe from Hot Topic 68. I’ve been to albinoblacksheep.com 69. My favorite subject is History 70. And/or math 71. I am a republican 72. I am a democrat 73. I listen to the Used occasionally 74. I have been to the Warped Tour 75. I am part Mexican 76. I am part German 77. All of my grandparents are still alive. 79. I love bowling 80. I know that there is a South Park, Colorado 81. I love Dairy Queen 82. Sometimes I think I’m crazy 83. I own a Moffatts CD 84. I own a Backstreet Boys CD 85. I want plastic surgery 86. Operation, operation, snip and tie, snip and tie 87. I know what song that line is from 88. I have killed something [bugs!] 89. I’ve never had a Nokia cell phone 90. I’m never sarcastic 91. Light eyes turn me on 92. I have never been to a foreign country 93. I don’t eat enough 94. I own illegal weaponry 95. I know someone who has overdosed on something 96. And lived to tell about it 97. I don’t own a pair of mittens 98. I love the heat 99. I’ve never had a steady boyfriend/gf 100. I want to makeout.

#survey

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chiveburger · 5 years

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Can you share a bit of your perspective on each pentagon member’s personality?? I’m just getting into the group and trying to familiarize myself with each member 😬

this is going to be long but, essentially…

hui; professional, quiet, and composed when he’s actively promoting on individual programs, but straight up crackhead when he’s with his members. always willing to put his group first, and considers all his members like family. when asked “your members must give you a hard time because you’re the leader” he says “no, it’s not a burden. my members are all very kind and are the first people to lend a hand to me when I need help.” loves to shop and steals other people’s clothes. will literally bother kino until death, and even in the afterlife.

jinho; A LITTLE GIANT!!!!! LITERALLY!!!!!! playful but mature through all the years of living alone, and training for debut. he loves to sing and if there is an opportunity to, he’ll never refuse. eats other people’s food, always gets embarrassed over acting cute but will still do it if someone asks. actually cooks and makes food members want to eat, but is easily scared. gets picked up very often.

kino; loves music and dancing. always clowned on for being sensitive, but the sensitivity stems from him wanting their performances to be perfect and loved. produces unique, creative and stylist songs for pentagon’s b-side tracks and helps to choreograph some of their dances. hates uniformed clothing, hates being bothered, hates being interrupted but all his members will do exactly that because they know he hates it. loves universes forever and ever.

shinwon; out of his mind…. pranks and jokes the most within pentagon, but also monitors all of his member’s activities and supports them by going to their individual shows, performances and promotions. knows all of kino’s self made songs, and crashes all his member’s v-lives (meaning he watches them regularly). eats hamburgers all day, took off his pants in pentagon maker. most famous physical attribute are shoulders wider than the circumference of the earth.

yuto; honestly? follow @yutoism I talk about him everyday. In short, the greatest and hottest person to ever have been born. not one second goes by where I don’t cry over yuto’s mere existence. loves tofu, hates ghosts. can’t eat spicy, loves his members. uses wooseok’s baby photo as his phone case.

hongseok; multilingual king. handsome and muscular, but sings with a warm tone. doesn’t wake up on time, but justifies it as he waits for all the members to finish up so he’ll check all the lights are turned off or doors or locked before they leave. loves ironman and marvel literally more than life itself and anybody who even looks at his ironman figure will be beheaded. laughs literally like HWAKAKKKHAHAHAHKAHAH

yeoone; not funny. does the same spongebob impression any single moment he can even if he’s not prompted to. asmr king, like literally all his asmr videos get more views than pentory episodes lmao…. one of the prettiest members of pentagon and sleeps all the time. can’t wake up for shit, but will still ask what the members want for breakfast when he does. forgot to flush the toilet once, and is shamed by members because of it.

yanan; always sick…. so members love, miss and cherish him a lot. makes bad acrostic poems, and lives with yeoone so always rats on him for having foot odor. quiet and relatively sane but has his moments of going off the walls. screamed at a cake.

wooseok; loves being called “penjelbe” which is an shortening of the phrase “pentagon’s best baby.” dumb tall, so gives piggy back rides to all his hyungs. hates cucumbers, and will scream like a white girl in a horror film for fun. silly but filled with love, and one of the best rappers of our generation hands down. show me the money keeps on having seasons because they’re waiting for wooseok to join. looks good in any hairstyle.

#Anonymous #pentagon

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embarrassingsmartphonegame · 4 years

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A Haunted Hunt: A Nightbound Halloween Special (Part 1/2)

Summary: Leah’s first Halloween in New Orleans as Nik’s partner, and they get more than they bargain for at their latest job. Written purely for fun. Featuring entire Nightbound gang. Main pairing: Nik x MC.

A/N: This was originally supposed to be a oneshot...but then it got too long and I got my ass handed to me by school (like more than usual) so it’s now a two-shot with the first part posted right on Halloween night. Tagging everyone who is also on my Anything tag list because yooo here I am, alive and still writing for Nightbound just very, very slowly and most times a little late. I promise I’ll update it, but for now here’s another fic! Hope you like it and let me know what you think :)

Masterlist

It was a dark and stormy night--

“Rook, hurry up!”

“Ugh, Nik, you interrupted my narration!”

“We can’t be late and it’s not even raining!”

For a dark but not-so-stormy night, the streets of New Orleans were sure bright. Nighthunter duo extraordinaire Nik Ryder and Leah Mendoza were in their natural habitat: on the way to a dangerous yet well-paying job. Their jobs always involved fighting what was buried in secret or across the veil; but that night nothing was hidden and for good reason.

“What’s Halloween to you anyway?” Nik asked, shaking his head as the two bee-lined their way around children in colorful costumes and drunk party-goers, mortal and supernatural alike. “You literally hunt monsters for a living.”

“It’s my first Halloween in New Orleans! Isn’t that a thing that the supernatural celebrate?” Leah laughed as they passed a banana and a Spongebob passionately making out. “Come on, can’t you have fun with the supernatural thing for once, Mr. Grumpy Pants?”

Nik rolled his eyes and smoothly tugged her away from a group of passing frat guys, pulling her protectively by his side. “I do have fun with the supernatural; I’m with you, aren’t I? Just Halloween makes the job harder, since everyone looks supernatural tonight.”

The half-Fae let the gesture slide with a discrete grin; she would never admit it, but sometimes she loved how he still acted like her bodyguard, even if she did have magic glowy hands. “I bet you didn’t dress up as a kid because you said it was too lame. But just you wait, I’ll get you to have fun at least once tonight.”

Nik scoffed and squeezed her hand intertwined with his, the pair reaching their destination: an abandoned mansion with some weird noises and things going bump in the night. Maybe the occasional scream of anguish. Typical. Leah turned to Nik.

“Five bucks it’s haunted.”

“No dice, it’s definitely haunted. And stop making bets.”

Leah grinned slyly, reminiscing about the time she lost $5 but at Nik’s non-financial expense. Poor guy was totally whipped and she’d say that’s why he let her stick around. “Awww scared you’re gonna lose again, darlin’?”

“Ugh you two are so gross.” A feminine voice suddenly reverberated behind them. Usually the two would have turned around with their weapons ready to defend, but instead Leah smiled and waved and Nik just groaned.

“Jesus Christ, you’re not taking our catch again tonight, Katy.” Katherine raised an eyebrow, amusement dying down.

“I’m not taking anything, Ryder. I’m working.”

Nik and Katherine stared each other down, animosity fueling between them. Leah watched with an almost bored expression on her face; since she moved to New Orleans, the two had a begrudging almost-friendship now (who wouldn’t after almost dying several times in one week?), but the rivalry was still strong and the ability to do something stupid even stronger. It was those times she found herself actually being the rational one. “I think there’s a mistake, Katherine. We were told to come here tonight.”

Katherine turned to her friend. “I was told to come here tonight too. Said he’d pay generously for my services.”

“That indeed,” a light, tenor voice rang out as a portly old man stepped out of the shadows. Leah noted the Armani suit and obnoxious gold-encrusted cane; he would definitely pay generously. “Perfect! Don’t worry, you’ll all be paid handsomely for your work tonight.”

Nik stepped forward. “Nik Ryder and Leah Mendoza at your service, sir.”

Katherine rolled her eyes at him. “And I’m Katherine. How can I be of assistance?”

The old man smiled and clapped his hands, his cane glittering in the candle light. “Perfect! You’re all perfect for this! And please, none of that ‘sir’ stuff; you can call me Don.”

“So, Don…” Leah began. “What do you want us to do?”

“Oh, you see, this house is a bit haunted,” he sighed, waving his arms around dramatically. “There’s about a hundred ghosts living here and I need them caught.”

All three pairs of eyes went wide. Nik spoke first. “You…you want us to hunt 100 ghosts?!”

“About that number, yeah,” Don clarified. “But if you don’t think you can do it--”

“I can do it,” Katherine interjected. “Maybe he can’t, but I can.”

Before Nik could retaliate, Don clapped his hands again, grinning. “Perfect! I’ll be back at midnight!”

He set down a sack of one hundred pocket-sized flasks in front of the three Nighthunters and walked out of the house with a spring in his step. Why he wanted each ghost to be individually packed was beyond them. Leah couldn’t complain; she’d seen weirder jobs and clients, including the Fate herself.

“Dammit, Katy, you really had to embarrass me in front of the client?” Nik grumbled, stuffing flasks into his jacket pockets.

“Not like it’s hard or anything.”

“Katherine…” Leah warned, a feeling of dread coursing through her veins. It never ended well when Katherine and Nik played out their rivalry.

“I can out-catch you any day, you--”

“Nik!”

“Please, I’m a better Nighthunter than you and I don’t need a partner while I’m at it.”

“I was damn excellent even before Leah came into the picture.”

“Ugh, will you two stop fighting like children and get back to work!” Leah shouted out, slightly offended. But they didn’t seem to hear her.

“In fact, betcha I can catch more ghosts than you without Leah.” Nik declared, ignoring his lover/business partner.

Katherine scoffed, the usually calm and calculated Nighthunter refusing to back down from a challenge of pride. “You’re on.”

Katherine and Nik took off in opposite directions of the house. Leah groaned. She irritatedly stuffed some flasks into her cherry red jacket and raced after Nik into the darkness.

Meanwhile…

In a nondescript cabin in the woods, a werewolf and a woman with a deadly family curse enjoyed a cup of tea. The fire in the fireplace kept the two friends warm as they pleasantly made conversation.

“Thanks again for letting me stay with you, Cal.” Vera smiled and sipped her tea, white gloved hands matching her red polka dot dress and round black mouse ears. “Much better than staying in a hotel.”

“Anything for a friend.” Cal grinned, his teeth sharper that night due to the full moon but his demeanor largely unchanged. “I hope Donny wasn’t too much trouble, what with him basically having heart eyes for you. I’m just glad you’re making headway in breaking your curse.”

“Oh he’s a teenager; it’s perfectly normal. Ivy and Luc have been so great, and I get to spend Halloween with all of you in New Orleans this year!” Vera laughed and talked giddily, her Minnie Mouse ears flopping within her curls.

“It would be nice to hang out with everyone, especially with Donny under Octavia’s watch tonight with the other teens. People would just think this is a costume.” Cal gestured to his half-shifted form, which was what he was most comfortable in during a full moon. “Any word from the others when they get off from work?”

Vera started to shake her head, but then her phone buzzed with a text message.

Back to our main idi--er, characters...

“Seriously, Nik?” Leah glared at the man in question as they stalked down a hallway of the large house. “Whatever happened to ‘we’re a team or ‘stop making bets’?!”

Nik had the sense to look guilty. “Look, rook, it’s my pride on the line here as a Nighthunter. And I can’t just let Katherine win! I’m sorry, but you have to understand.”

“Oh I understand perfectly.” Leah’s voice was sweet as a rose and she stepped close to him, grasping the lapels of his jacket and moving face closer to his. Nik instinctively leaned in until she spoke again. “I understand that the rookie’s gonna beat both your asses.”

“Rook, I--” Nik began, but she was already gone in a flash. He raced in the same direction as he heard several clatters of metal. The man couldn’t help but grin at the fire in his partner; this was going to be interesting.

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#nightbound #choices #playchoices #pixelberry #choices: stories you play #choices fanfiction #nik ryder #katherine nightbound #cal lowell #vera reimonenq #nik ryder x mc #nik x mc #phoebe writes choices

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dorcasavelinehill · 4 years

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YOUR ARMS FEEL LIKE HOME - Ch. 1: Where I’ve Never Been

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21747418/chapters/51883063

The children had made a wrong turn somewhere. Shadows fell away, lost in the brightness of a search light. The beam glided back and forth, and the children were center stage, on a dock without cover, with no darkness to hide in. Behind them, water. No buildings to climb, no walls to scurry over. The four boys thought, we need to swim for it, but then thought, no, the girl can’t keep up. She isn’t as fast in the water. She needs land under her feet to make a clean getaway.

Between them and freedom, six - no, seven men. Large, all towering high, and armed. Four of the men had knives, two had handguns. One seemed unarmed, but they remembered their fathers words. Never trust appearances. The men slowed as they approached the kids, uncertainty making them hesitate. One stepped forward. The leader? “What the hell are you supposed to be?” The men lowered their arms. They understood now, these were kids. Weird looking kids, but kids. Defiant, the children refused to answer. There was a moment of silence as they exchanged looks. One raised a brow. Another cocked his head, smiling. The girl wrinkled her nose. The third boy nodded. The fourth inclined his head. “It ain’t Halloween.” The big guy in front tucked his gun in the back of his pants. Dumb move. Underestimated them. “What kind of costumes -” “Sorry.” The oldest child, the eldest boy, spoke up. Soft voice, small smile. “We’re not wearing costumes.” He charged. The other four followed him. Well trained. The men regretted thinking this was a joke. Swords slashing, coming down hard on the remaining firearm, before the man holding it could get his finger on the trigger. The rest was easy. One blocked a knife swing. Another ducked a punch. They returned the blows, weapons sheathed, even the swords now that the gun was out of play. They took damage. You couldn’t go unarmed to a knife fight and not take cuts. The girl with them dodged and bounced like a jumping jack. She lacked the natural armor of the other four, so had to be creative to stay out of the knives’ range. The big guys were aiming at her, thinking her the easiest target. Her brothers took exception to these thugs targeting their sister. A knife thrust hard, should have been able to kill the victim, a straight shot to the liver. Instead, the blade crumpled. The guy holding it shrieked a swear and dropped the now useless weapon. Fist to his face. He fell. Block. Dodge. Punch. These were kids? They hit harder than most men! And the girl might as well be a flea on a dog’s hide, fast and furious. She couldn’t land as hard a blow as her brothers, but she only had to let them wear themselves down chasing her. Her brothers took the men down for her. One man went down like a tree in a forest. Now the girl pounced. Instead of fists, she wound zip-cord around the man's arms and torso. It was a thin, lightweight, plastic-and-metal wire. The thug fell on his face; she planted her foot on the back of his neck, caught his arm in a loop of the zip-cord. Had him hogtied in seconds. The boys brought the men down, disarmed them, tripped them, laid them out prone. They found the zip-cord impossible to unwind, impossible to break. It didn’t bite into the skin like a regular metal cord would. They couldn't snap it. Only the clever little device on the girl’s belt could nick off a length of wire. Seven men, tied and helpless, hollering, cursing. Asking what the fuck, what the hell? A slap of duct tape across the lips. Not a perfect gag, but it would keep them quite long enough for the kids to get back to the shadows. The youngest boy laughed, wiped blood and sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. “Welp, that was fun!” “Yeah, let’s not do that again,” middle-kid said dryly. “Bye, guys!” the girl sang. Red hair, sticky and wet with sweat. They ran. The men struggled to sit up, to get free, trying to see which way the children went. The kids fled the light. Found the shadows. Became the shadows. It wasn’t a technique. The girl’s night-time camouflage outfit didn't simply blend in the dark. One moment the kids were there, three-dimensional objects in space. The next moment? They might as well have melted like snow in July. All that remained was an echo of laughter. The thrum of feet on the pier. The whip of wind flowing around them. The big guy with the gun in the back of his pants stared at the empty space where they’d been a moment before. He wondered if he hadn’t just seen his first ghosts.

*****

April loved summer nights. The biggest problem with New York City was that all the stars in the night sky weren’t visible. There was far too much light pollution from the skyscrapers, and the compact city growing ever upward. April found the lack of starlight disappointing, but the illuminated skyline almost made up for it. Instead of focusing on the vanished Milky Way, she trained her camera on Billionaire’s Row. The buildings had a sort of stark beauty she liked, though if asked, she would admit the older, less minimalistic buildings were her favorite. “Yer gonna lose it if y’aint careful.” Raph stood beside her on the edge of the XYZ building, watching her adjust the camera’s focus. He had a bad cut from where one of the gang members had caught him with the tip of a knife blade, but aside from that, he’d done a good job coming out unscathed. The camera flashed. She advanced the film and quickly took two more pictures. “I haven’t dropped it yet,” she said without looking at him. Raph watched April lean precariously out on the edge and grabbed her belt, arm extending as he let her swing out as far as she could go. She needed to get the perfect angle for this picture. One more shot, and she let Raphael haul her back onto the roof properly. The other three sat in the center of the roof, looking each other over for injuries. Michelangelo had the first aid kit he wore on the back of his belt out, rubbing something April guessed was antiseptic over a bad wound on Leonardo’s shoulder, then pressed a pad of gauze to it before taping it down. He completed the wound care by taping a Scooby-Doo band-aid on top of the dressing. Leonardo looked at Mike’s handiwork with a wide grin of amusement. Donatello had several nasty slashes on the inside of his elbow. Mike cleaned up Don’s wounds, and graced him with a Spongebob bandage, which Donnie flaunted. April flopped down dramatically. “It’s horrible! I’m exhausted! I’m completely worn out, and I must be near death!” She sprawled beside Mike like a dying woman begging for a drop of water. Mike held up a band-aid. “I’m out of Barbie.” He turned the bandage to show her Scooby-Doo. “Aw, come on!” “I’ve got Scooby for you. But if you don’t want that...” Mike dug through his first aid kit, tossing aside boxes with Batman, Captain Ryan, and Flintstones band-aids. “Take your pick!” He beamed at April, who graced him with a sour frown. “Do you at least have Disney Princesses?” Mike looked down at the boxes surrounding him. “Uh, no.” April threw her arms up dramatically. “I’m crushed! Crushed!” Leo mock-frowned. “What’s wrong with Scooby? I got Scooby.” He turned his shoulder to her, pointing to the Scooby-Doo band-aid slapped across the thick layers of gauze and tape. April rolled her eyes at Leo and flung the back of her hand over her eyes, trying to look like a tragic figure from a Renaissance painting, though she only managed to look like a gangly kid who hadn’t grown into her feet yet. “I’m a damsel. A princess. A goddess! I deserve Barbie on my band-aid.” Mike started tucking the scattered boxes back in the first aid kit. “Well, since you didn’t actually get hurt, and you only want Barbie -” April thrust a pristine arm out at him. “Gimme Scooby.” He found a random spot on her arm where she could show it off nicely and stuck the bandaid on her. Raphael rolled his eyes and started cleaning up his own cheek, preferring to tend to his own wounds, rather than have Mike do it. “I swear ta God yer both five.” “Seven,” April corrected. “I don’t believe in Santa Claus.” At fourteen, she had the awkward grace of a well-trained ballerina with too much leg and not enough hip or bust. Her brothers were more well-proportioned, though one could tell by looking at them that they were going to get a lot taller, and sooner rather than later. Well, if one could look at them without screaming in panic. Or attacking. Not too many people had ever seen them, but on the handful of occasions they were noticed, attacking and screaming were the default actions of whoever looked at them. They were giant turtles, after all. Leonardo was tall, about 5’9”, and getting taller. April was slightly displeased with this situation because it meant he would be able to pick her up and dangle her upside down soon, which he had threatened to do the last time she’d stolen the last pudding pop from him, and the bossy bastard might just do it, too. On his person, he carried his swords strapped to his back, extra zip-cord in his belt, and rolls of film April begged him to hold for her when she couldn’t fit them in her own belt pouch. She considered him the perfect accessory - a purse that didn’t get cluttered because he’d refuse to carry too much for her. At eighteen, he was the oldest son, and he made sure everyone knew it, especially when their dad wasn’t around. Bossy bastard. April loved him anyway. With his cheek cleaned up, Raphael dropped to a crouch beside April, holding out his uninjured arm. “I want Pokemon,” he said. Mike stuck his tongue out, but found a Pikachu bandage and slapped it on Raph’s forearm. Raph was sixteen but stood two inches taller than Leo. He was a little self-conscious of his big feet that their father kept assuring him he would grow into. He wasn’t always the easiest person to get along with, naturally rebelling every time Leo pretended to be an adult. Sometimes he lost his temper, but April found ignoring him until he got out of his funk the best way to deal with his drama. Most of the time, Raph was fun to be around, and he usually just indulged her in whatever she wanted to do. Raph carried a pair of sai tucked in his belt. Michaelangelo, at fifteen, was the baby of the boys, and at 5’6” was still quite a bit taller than April. He had the biggest blue eyes and the sweetest smile, and could always coax the others into some kind of fun or mischief. It was actually Mike’s fault they’d gotten lost and had run into those bums. Their father had shooed them out of the house with express orders not to come home before midnight, but not after 2:00 AM. They still had time to kill, and Mike had come up with a great idea for keeping busy, but the boy couldn’t find his own way out of a paper bag if he had a compass and a map. He always hauled around the first-aid kit, along with a pair of nunchaku and a bag he carried to hold whatever cool things he happened to find on their nights out. Last count, he had two sea shells, a dirty magazine, and a police-style whistle, but April didn’t know if he’d added to his collection since they left home. Before she could poke her nose in Mike’s stuff, Donatello scooted beside her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her onto his lap. “Did you get the pictures you wanted?” “Yep!” She squirmed in his grip, getting loose and popping the film out of the camera. She thrust the roll at him for him to take. Donnie took it, freeing up her hands to reload the camera. “I wanna get some more though, before we head back.” Don tucked the film away in his belt for her. “Digital cameras don’t need film,” he teased. April planned on Donnie spending his Saturday morning developing the film for her. She was still learning how to do it on her own, but until she was more sure of herself, she wanted Don’s skillful hands at work on her pictures. “Film looks better,” she said, not looking up. She wound the camera ahead until it was ready to start a new series of photos. Leo was absently wrapping his toes up in Superman band-aids. “Digital’s cheaper,” he said. April rolled her eyes. “Mister Adult.” Don was seventeen, second-oldest, but he never talked down to April the way Leo did sometimes. He might pick on her love of “old-fashioned” things, but Don had a way of taking her seriously that Leo lacked. He was a studious young man, with a dry wit and a sarcastic sense of humor. He was terribly subtle, sometimes so much so that by the time he’d insulted you twice, you were only just figuring it out. Altogether, April adored her brothers, and they treated her like their own little princess. Mike smacked Leo’s hand and took back the still-wrapped band-aids before their fearless leader could waste the rest of them. “Hey.” He looked around, squinting in the darkness to make out the skyline. “I think I know where we’re at now.” “Uh-oh,” Don breathed, and Raph snorted, “Right.” “No, really, I do! Look, if we head two blocks west, four blocks south, the store’s right there.” Mike pointed as if there were a building just beyond his fingertip. “We can be there in five minutes tops. Tops!” “Isn’t that what he said an hour ago?” Don asked Leo lightly. “You mean, right before we got jumped? Yes, I seem to recall -” “I’m serious this time!” Mike hopped to his feet. “Come on, it’s like, ten-to-midnight, and he probably isn’t expecting us until about one! We got time. Unless you want to go home early and go right to bed.” Raphael snorted. “Oh, hell no. C’mon, it’s better than bein’ stuck inside.” Don rolled his eyes, but stood up with the other boys, throwing his vote with Mike. Leo blew a sigh out his nose and shook his head lightly. “We’re going to get in serious trouble.” “We’re not!” Mike protested. “Swear to God, no alarm system. We could walk right in and nobody would know.” Leo poked April in the side where she lay serpentine on the roof. “Come on. I can see I’m not going to win this one.” April mock-swooned and covered her eyes with the back of her hand. “I’m too heavy to walk. Carry me!” Raph said, “Bye,” and took off across the rooftops. Leo shrugged and followed. Mike had the bad grace to wave at her before giving chase. “Hey!” She jumped to her feet, stomping one foot. “Some superheroes they are! They just left me here!” “Yep.” Donnie patted her shoulder and proceeded to leave April behind as well. Cheeky bastards, all of them, she thought and raced to catch up.

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mutantsrisingrpg · 4 years

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Congratulations ADDISON! You’ve been accepted as RHEA.

*Insert the Spongebob whew meme here* because Addison, your app for Rebeka blew me away. Rebeka is a character that wants to escape her past, but simply can’t because all of her actions stem from it. The way she corrects Benjamin the first time they meet was the perfect ending to a bio that had me hanigng on to every word. You created a fully dimensional character that I cannot wait to see join the dash!

Welcome to Mutants Rising! Please read the checklist and submit your account within 24 hours.

Out of Character Information:

NAME/ALIAS: addison lolllll

PRONOUNS: she/her/hers

AGE: 20

TIMEZONE & ACTIVITY LEVEL: imma say 6 to be safe. i’m usually more active than i think i am

In Character Information:

DESIRED ROLE: RHEA

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cisfemale, she/her/hers

DETAILS & ANALYSIS: Disclaimer: I fully blame GHOST for what you’re about to read.

Rebeka’s got a clear chip on her shoulder (see: her pettiness regarding one Finn Croix) and it’s been there since the day she was born (or when she was conceived, some things are just meant to be). Rebeka York, no clear relation to the House of York, but is almost royalty all the same. Rebeka is the first born. That doesn’t make her the heir. She only has half of the prestigious blood flowing in her veins and it’s not enough to save her. The creek of a long forgotten floorboard in an abandoned cabin in the woods. She is a bastard, a monster, and her mother’s biggest mistake. They don’t find that out until later.

The shiver from a cold hand on your cheek — a sham of comfort. Rebeka’s parents cared about her, but didn’t love her the way a child deserved to be loved (and that’s another word. Deserving. And worthiness. Birthright. Everything has to have a purpose and meaning. Never loving simply because you do). But this is also how she shows affection too, this is what she learnt, and she doesn’t quite realize the recipient of her hand feels the same coldness she had felt. And that it hurts too. They are the shadow that follows you… The Yorks can’t fully get rid of her, but they can hide her. Rebeka, of the York family, but is not a York herself. Rhea, the mother of Olympian gods and goddesses, but not recognized as an Olympian goddess herself. Rrhea, medical suffix that means flow, discharge, (waste).

(note: I took a medical terminology class this past semester and I’m currently losing it lol).

This feeds into an unwanted paradigm that her actions follow. This need for approval even though the Yorks are years behind in her past. This need to meet her standards even though they’re not her standards in the first place. Not really given that they were forced upon her.

Rebeka, the uncommon spelling of Rebecca. Visually, it feels out of place. It’s missing some letters. It looks unrefined. It’s something nobody really expects (R-e-b-e-c-c-a? No, it’s R-e-b-e-k-a. No H). With her profession, the more people she removes, the more space she makes. Remember her name.

TLDR; She’s Elsa if I had written Frozen.

BIO:

TW: Infidelity, child abuse/corporal punishment, domestic abuse, child endangerment

It happens during a private lesson. Rebeka conjugates a verb wrong one too many times and her bottom meets the end of a ruler. Il faut que j’obéisse. There are two s’s. Tears spring to her eyes and she wipes them away forcefully, the evidence of her weak heart shimmering on the back of her hand. The governess grabs it with a stern voice, but she cuts herself off with a scream. Ms. McGiven’s palm is sparkling with blood and ice shards. Rebeka can’t feel her left hand. The devil’s apparatus is numb.

Edgar York takes one look in her eyes, that are no longer his, and knows it all.

The incident reveals her mother’s debt—you owe me a heir—and she is whisked away to the master wing. Rebeka doesn’t see her mother in the following months, the woman locked away to prevent potential affairs—potential bastards—but the air vents carry sounds. Rebeka hears more than she wants. She knows more than she should.

The best way to handle a scandal is to keep it in-house. Rebeka’s uncanny resemblance to her mother will only hurt them if they let her go, her father—guardian—rationalizes. Too many people to keep hush-hush, too many hands in their pockets. Rebeka disappears from Edgar’s socials with the same grace that her tutor disappears from her life. A child is to be seen, not heard. The York women are not as privileged.

Their blank slate arrives the following spring, bundled in Egyptian cotton. Rebeka knows how soft the material is, the picture doesn’t do it justice. Edmund—protector of wealth—looks just like his father! Or so the help says. Rebeka barely remembers Edgar’s face. The help delivers his messages to her, when he bothers to communicate anyway. A son is worth more than a daughter and Rebeka is a mutant to boot. A minimal investment—because death is too gruesome to consider. Rebeka does wonder sometimes. She’s put into this world to follow into Edgar York’s footsteps, but the circumstances of her birth prevents it so. What else is there? Rebeka lives because Edgar permits her to. This is another debt, isn’t it?

It’s not until there’s an attempt on Edmund’s life that Rebeka realizes what she can do to settle the debt. Ice melts. She can protect him. It’s a gamble, but it pays off. Finally, she becomes a worthwhile investment. Rebeka sees her guardian’s face for the first time in years. She doesn’t get training. Only her blood—half of it—overrides the unspoken law that the mansion is strictly anti-mutant. Rebeka gets a wing—the forbidden wing and she, the beast—and time to use. It’s all worth it. She yearns terribly to see the love in Edgar’s eyes again.

The first time she creates a hyacinth, Rebeka meets her brother and a seed of devotion takes root in her heart. Edmund is dark as the night, but his smile rivals the sun. His tiny hands pat her cheeks, his eyes glisten with wonder, and he loves her. He declares it so. Five-year olds have no social sensibilities. They feel because they simply do. Rebeka weeps and weeps and weeps. Her face remains dry.

Her mother had been 28 when she made her biggest mistake. Rebeka is 17. It’s an accident that looks purposeful. One hot summer day, Edmund ropes her into the infinity pool that sits above the skyline. It’s been years since her last swimming lesson and Rebeka only remembers enough to float. Edmund’s presence wrings out the anxiety out of her like a wet cloth. She drifts and drifts and drifts until something digs into her sides. Rebeka screams.

There is a loud crunching sound.

Her eyes fly open and the pool glistens with ice crystals. She kicks at the sheet of ice that bind her feet, creating waves that pull the blocks away. Her belly is numb and Rebeka looks on with horror at the small hands frozen to her skin. The following hour is a blur. She goes to her room shivering and sits by the window, watching as the siren lights fade away.

The second time she creates a hyacinth, her hands bleed from the ice shards. Edgar’s hand is big enough to wrap around her arm and Rebeka feels it for days after. Her wing stays the forbidden wing. She knows that Edmund lives. That is all she knows. The days pass by with little fanfare. The days become months. And then seasons.

The night her life changes—again—a man comes into the forbidden wing like a ghost. They did not inform me of a second York child. Rebeka corrects him. She’s the first born. Psalm 51:5. There is a chill in the air that doesn’t come from her, until it does, and the mysterious man with no fear in his eyes invites her away. His name is Benjamin Granger. She doesn’t find out until later.

EXPANDED CONNECTIONS:

EOIN - Rebeka had been raised to measure people by their worth. To her, Eoin has virtually none. He doesn’t really fit with the whole Kings Collective shtick anyway. Like for a group that prioritizes art and the aesthetic, his membership as a guy whose power is acid (destructive, dangerous, out of control) feels out of place. He is not beautiful. His power is not beautiful. It is a weakness. His carelessness makes the Collective weak and in a world where power means all, it just won’t do. Objectively, he performs well as his job as a weapon, but his lack of control is a liability. Sure. he respects her. She can understand that. A berserk puppy vying for her attention. But he doesn’t understand how she wants her respect to be earned and she’s not so generous as to throw a bone. If he cares so much, he should figure it out by now.

CIARA - What Rebeka can’t stand is people blaming others to feel better about themselves. Ciara isn’t as invisible as her power makes her to be and Rebeka hates that the other woman is so blind to how her actions have consequences. It’s too bad that she’s included in Rebeka’s object permanence. (And what I like about their connection—and I promise I didn’t do this on purpose—is that they both came from a family with minimal attention to spare. This was once a kinship, now it’s a bitter reminder: people might know you. They might love you. But they sure as hell don’t understand you. This is an instance where their similarities drove them apart.)

EXTRA: none for now!

#accepted #accepted: rhea

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jbabebtumblin · 5 years

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It was Halloween night at the WWE Performance Center. Fandango and Tyler Breeze has just finished up going through a tag team match with Baron Corbin and a young trainee. “I messed up” the trainee sighed. Baron rubbed his back, “it’ll come in time. Give yourself credit” Baron grinned. “For God sake just kiss, you two need to be more affectionate” Fandango said as he pinched Tyler’s butt. Baron blushed as he kissed his trainee. “Look I wanna go home. I’m tired, there isn’t anyone here besides us” Tyler said. His pale face blushed with a pout. “We’ll head out soon” Fandango promised. “I don’t like it here at night. It’s kinda creepy” Tyler shuddered. The cold building was dark with only a few lights on. “There nothing to be afraid of. It’s not like there are footsteps in the dark” Fandango said. Suddenly, the light sound of shoes on the cement floor echoed in the dark. Tyler clung to his fiancé tightly. Baron got excited and pulled out his phone. “There’s a ghost in here” he beamed with excitement. “You’re happy to see ghosts?” Tyler stammered. Fandango bravely stepped out of the ring. “Hello?” He asked aloud. The footsteps drew closer. He couldn’t help but feel a tingle up his spine. He took a breath and swung into the darkness. A figure emerged dodging the fist. Tyler screamed. “Is it a ghost or a witch or a monster?!?!” He asked hiding his eyes. “It’s Aaron” the trainee replied. “Oh god worse!” Tyler said glumly. “What was all that jazz for?” Aaron asked. “We thought you were a...we just heard your footsteps. Plus you didn’t say anything” Fandango stuttered. “I had my headphones in. I didn’t hear you guys” Aaron replied, “I have a guest with me. I was just checking to see who was left in the building.” He motioned for someone to come in. A teen girl rushed to his side. “This is CC, she’s a huge fan of...” “BREEZANGO!” She said excitedly. She wrapped her arms around Fandango’s toned waist. “Well hey there” he smiled. Tyler stepped out of the ring and into the hug. “Isn’t his beard just adorable when he smiles” Tyler beamed. He gently scratched his lover’s facial hair. Tyler took CC’s hand, “see! It’s so scratchy!” Fandango blushed hard as the two played with his beard. “Hey I was really hoping that was a ghost!” Baron said. “Ha” Aaron said, “a ghost of who? André The Giant? Freddy Blassie? Hulk Hogan?” “Aaron, Hulk Hogan isn’t dead” Tyler snapped. “Are we sure? He could be a zombie, we just don’t know” Aaron replied. “HE CAN’T BE A ZOMBIE, AARON! Zombies can’t talk, AARON!” Tyler argued. “Honey, zombies don’t exist” Fandango added. He kissed his pouting boyfriend’s head. “God you two are perfect” CC admired aloud. Tyler’s smile spread across his face. “Who else could it be haunted by?” Aaron antagonized Baron, “Fabulous Moolah? Macho Man and Liz? Bobby Heenan?” Suddenly a loud boom came from the second floor of the Performance Center. The six stopped talking. Their hearts racing in their chests. “.....Bobby Heenan?” Aaron said again. The boom echoed into the training floor. “It’s probably just a coincidence” the NXT hopeful said, “I mean...haha...wouldn’t it be funny if Bobby Heenan and Gorilla Monsoon were haunting the Center?” Two loud booms echoed again. “I’m scared” Tyler shook. “Ghosts give me anxiety. I need my Steven Universe hoodie” he said. “No way! I have one too” CC replied. Tyler and CC pulled the hoods over their faces. “Now no ghost can see us” Tyler’s muffled voice said. “Let’s see them fuck with us now” CC chimed in. “Now I’m fairly sure there is a logical explination for this” Aaron reasoned. “Yes” Baron added, “Bobby and Gorilla are at unrest over the current announce team. They’re trying to get attention so they can host Raw from beyond the grave!” Aaron stared at Baron intently, “is this why we stopped giving you promos? Is this the reason. I think this is the reason.” Scuffling could be heard from all over the building. “It’s probably Pat Patterson watching y’all get oiled up and wrassle around the ring. He’s gotta get his rocks off somehow” Aaron laughed. “No. It’s a ghost and I wanna go home” Tyler said. “Fandango, let Tyler go home. He’s scared” CC frowned. Fandango wrapped his strong arms around the two. “Don’t either of you worry. I’ll protect you both” he promised. The two swooned under the muscular comfort of the wrestler. “This is scary like the time we had a sleepover and I fell asleep and I thought I was laying my head on your butt but I woke up in the morning and it was Naomi’s butt” Tyler said breathlessly. “First, breath. Second, Naomi’s booty?” CC inquired, “what’s scary about that? I’d be into that!” “Ooooh I like it” Tyler giggled. Another couple of booms jolted the group. “Okay I’m ready to get out of here. I’m no Ghostbuster” Aaron said. “Yeah It’s getting late and I gotta get Tyler to bed” Fandango said. “Uhm I am fine. I don’t need a bedtime, babe” Tyler replied. Fandango laughed to himself. “You’re already getting cranky” he grinned. A dark shadow moved slowly across the floor to the locker room area. “GHOST! GHOST!” Baron shouted. “Did anyone get Mr. Crocker vibes from that?” CC asked. “OHMIGOSH YAS” Tyler said slapping CC a high five. “Dammit there are no such things as ghosts” Aaron shouted after the taller wrestler. “IT’S IN MCMAHON’S OFFICE!” Baron insisted. “Whatever is here is behind these doors” His dark eyes scanned the door excitedly. “Babe, I think we should leave” the trainee said. “No no. There is a ghost behind this door” Baron said with confidence. “Why does Mr. McMahon have a random office in the Performance Center?” CC asked. “So he can fire people from any area of the WWE Universe. No one has been in there besides him...and people he fired” Tyler said. “Oh my gosh! What if Vince takes people in there to steal their souls. That’s why no one goes in but him. And there’s like a pentagram in there with other sacrifices and dark magic books. The ghosts here are the souls he took” Aaron laughed loudly. “YES YES AND YES” Baron hyperventilated. “I need to go in! I NEEEEED IT!” “Now that was Spongebob vibes right there” CC said. “Thank you!” Tyler gave her another high five. “You don’t need to do you? You want to but you don’t need to...and he’s in” the trainee said. “Nothing? Nothing? Where is the pentagram? Where are the books? The bones and potions? Where are the ghosts, Aaron?” Baron snapped. “Baron, I was joking. There isn’t anything amiss here” Aaron replied. Baron’s shoulders slumped, his bald head hung low. “I wanted to see a ghost. Thanks for the fantasy, Aaron” Baron mumbled. “Awe come on Bear Bear. We’ll go home and I’ll make you a big steak” the trainee promised. “I want a glass of wine too. And cuddles cause I’m so disappointed” Baron kicked at the carpet. The two started on their way out of the arena “Do you think it’s haunted here?” Tyler asked. “No. It was probably just noises playing tricks on us” Fandango assured. A shadow moved across the front door. “GHOST...” Baron shouted, “....of Gerald Brisco and Pat Patterson.” “Dammit I’m not dead!” Gerald Brisco snapped. ”I told you Pat was here” Aaron said proudly. “What are you kids doing here this late? It’s a holiday, go home and spend it with family” Pat insisted. “It’s only Halloween you old coot” Gerald grumbled. Baron and the trainee left soon after. The rest stayed behind in the parking lot. “Wanna come to my place and hang out?” Aaron asked. CC hugged Tyler, ”please?” she asked. “Sure we can. I think we should all cuddle on the couch but CC will be in the middle of me and Curtis” Tyler smiled. “Aaron drive to your house as soon as possible. This needs to happen!” CC insisted. Brisco and Patterson watched the cars leave the building. They waited til the tail lights were out of sight. “Now dammit you can’t go around scaring people. Mister MACman will be mad when he finds out about your antics” he warned. The ghosts of Bobby Heenan and Gorilla Monsoon groaned. “Why isn’t Hogan cursed to roam the Performance Center?!” Heenan shouted. Patterson swatted at him, “you know Eric Bischoff owns Hogan’s soul. Now get back to the office. We have to get the office ready for when Vince does his weekly sacrifice of an NXT Superstar’s future in exchange for immortality.” “At least we didn’t sell our souls to Paul Heyman. He makes his guys watch old Brock Lesnar matches and One Night Stand 2005 on repeat” Gorilla Monsoon laughed.

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meeresnaechte · 5 years

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Get To Know Me Questions (Very long)

1. What is your first name? Justine

2. What is your nickname? Jess

3. What is your zodiac sign? Gemini

4. What is your favorite book series? I do not really have a favorite book series since I actually do prefer shows or video games to get lost in. However, I once read a "self published" ebook by an unknown author called "Human" which is actually a fanfiction but it was SO well written and it made me more emotional than any other book ever could.

5. Do you believe in aliens or ghosts? Yes I do believe in such things. I often experience sleep paralysis and get visited by someone- or something. I can see a person who's not actually there and I do believe it's a lost soul or the ghost of the person which committed suicide in my apartment before I moved in. I believe in demons and posessed things, I am really scared of dolls but I think not believing in such things would make life more boring.

6. Who is your favorite author? I do not have one.

7. What is your favorite radio station? I don't listen to the radio.

8. What is your favorite flavor of anything? I like any flavor except sweet flavors like vanilla or else.

9. What word would you use often to describe something great or wonderful? Pure. It's one of my favorite words. I often like to refer to my best friends as pure.

10. What is your current favorite song? Anarchist by Yungblud is a really good song at the moment.

11. What is your favorite word? Pure in english or Bettgeflüster in German, I'm sorry but the sound of that word is just so beautiful ahhah

12. What was the last song you listened to? I write sins not tragedies by panic at the disco. Definitely one of the best song ever made (Also Brendon is especially hot in this one)

13. What TV show would you recommend for everybody to watch? How I met your mother (very life changing) & Stranger Things

14. What is your favorite movie to watch when you’re feeling down? The perks of being a wallflower. It changed me and my perspective on life completely.

15. Do you play video games? Yes. I love them, especially Fable 2 and Bioshock Infinite.

16. What is your biggest fear? The ocean. I love the beach but I am really scared of deep water because my father and I had to save a man from drowning when I was maybe 7 years old. He experienced a stroke and only his little daughter was with him.

17. What is your best quality, in your opinion? I can be very interesting to talk to because I love getting into depth about everything.

18. What is your worst quality, in your opinion? My self confidence and my mental illness. It ruined and continues to ruin many things for me. It took my youth away.

19. Do you like cats or dogs better? I cherish dogs so much, they make me so happy.

20. What is your favorite season? Summer or winter. (Fall is quite awesome too, it's kind of spooky)

21. Are you in a relationship? No.

22. What is something you miss from your childhood? Not being afraid of anything. Being free, not being judged for what I do and who I am.

23. Who is your best friend? I have more than one. Someone I met through the internet in 2013. Someone I've known since kindergarten and suddenly met again 15 years later. Someone I've been deeply in love with for 5 years & Someone who's always been there but never really got the courage to be around until last year.

24. What is your eye color? Green.

25. What is your hair color? Blonde.

26. Who is someone you love? My best friends & my lovely grandma.

27. Who is someone you trust? My best friends.

28. Who is someone you think about often? I often think about someone I haven't met yet. Someone who will change my life forever.

29. Are you currently excited about/for something? I am truly trying to live in the moment. I'm not excited for something, but scared of the future because I have to move abroad next year and leave everything behind.

30. What is your biggest obsession? Fable 2, Dan and Phil and Stranger Things.

31. What was your favorite TV show as a child? Spongebob or Max & Ruby

32. Who of the opposite gender can you tell anything to, if anyone? All except one person of my best friends are my opposite gender and I can tell them anything.

33. Are you superstitious? Yes

34. Do you have any unusual phobias? I don't know if they are unusual but the ocean, dolls, funfairs, bugs and speaking in front of people (except acting)

35. Do you prefer to be in front of the camera or behind it? In front of it. My greatest passion is acting and I've always wanted to become an actress.

36. What is your favorite hobby? Acting.

37. What was the last book you read? It's been a long long time. I have no clue.

38. What was the last movie you watched? Annabelle 3. Yesterday at a drive-in cinema with my best friends. One of the most special moments I've made so far.

39. What musical instruments do you play, if any? I can play the piano. I would love to play any instrument.

40. What is your favorite animal? Dogs, wolves and red pandas.

41. What are your top 5 favorite Tumblr blogs that you follow? I don't have a favorite.

42. What superpower do you wish you had? Time travelling, being able to read people's minds and heart.

43. When and where do you feel most at peace? At the beach, listening to the sound of the waves. I tend to forget everything during those moments.

44. What makes you smile? When people aren't afraid to show me that I mean something to them. Not only words.

45. What sports do you play, if any? Football, Basketball, Badminton.. did I forget anything? I like all sports except gymnastics.

46. What is your favorite drink? Water or Iced Coffee (it's so bad for my skin)

47. When was the last time you wrote a hand-written letter or note to somebody? This month, I believe. It was a letter.

48. Are you afraid of heights? Yes, but I still manage to push myself to do things that involves heights. I just recently climbed up a 80 metre high building with my friends at night to get a nice view of the skyline. Almosy shit my pants but I am still alive. Little did we know someone killed themselves by jumping off that exact building at the exact night.

49. What is your biggest pet peeve? Screaming. I hate it. I love chill people.

50. Have you ever been to a concert? Do little concerts count? If not, no.

51. Are you vegan/vegetarian? No.

52. When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up? I've always wanted to become an actress or a police officer.

53. What fictional world would you like to live in? Albion from Fable the video game.

54. What is something you worry about? My future.

55. Are you scared of the dark? I love the night and being outside during the night but I can't sleep without keeping my little light on because I tend to get sleep paralysis when my room is all dark.

56. Do you like to sing? I wish I could sing

57. Have you ever skipped school? Yes

58. What is your favorite place on the planet? Wherever I feel happy and where I can connect with the people I love the most.

59. Where would you like to live? California.

60. Do you have any pets? No.

61. Are you more of an early bird or a night owl? Night owl.

62. Do you like sunrises or sunsets better? Both. Sunsets are like a beautiful ending, they make me believe that no matter how hard things are at the moment, they will pass, but the bittersweet feeling of the ending of my best memories comes after. Sunrises feel like a new beginning after the dark.

63. Do you know how to drive? No, I'm currently doing my car and motorcycle driving license though.

64. Do you prefer earbuds or headphones? Earbuds for music, headphones for gaming.

65. Have you ever had braces? Yes, I want them again, I'm not satisfied with my teeth.

66. What is your favorite genre of music? Rock

67. Who is your hero? Daniel Howell. I've never met him, but I saw myself in him. He saved my life. I feel like I've known him before.. in a different life.

68. Do you read comic books? No

69. What makes you the most angry? Negative people who always complain and never see the beauty in certain things or moments.

70. Do you prefer to read on an electronic device or with a real book? A real book.

71. What is your favorite subject in school? Sports.

72. Do you have any siblings? No

73. What was the last thing you bought? Film for my polaroid camera.

74. How tall are you? 5'4ft

75. Can you cook? Not really. I can make pancakes, that's about it.

76. What are three things that you love? Dogs, nature, video games

77. What are three things that you hate? Negativity, hatred, self-centered people

78. Do you have more female friends or more male friends? More male friends.

79. What is your sexual orientation? I don't care who I fall in love with, but I don't know how to label myself. I'm in love with the feeling of love.

80. Where do you currently live? Germany but I'm moving to London next summer.

81. Who was the last person you texted? One of my best friends.

82. When was the last time you cried? This week

83. Who is your favorite YouTuber? Dan and Phil.

84. Do you like to take selfies? I take like 2 selfies each year so, no.

85. What is your favorite app? Twitter or Tumblr

86. What is your relationship with your parent(s) like? Not very good. I feel pressured most of the time and can't connect to them on an emotional level. It's even harder now since they got a divorce. I love my grandma so much.

87. What is your favorite foreign accent? American.

88. What is a place that you’ve never been to, but you want to visit? New Zealand, Norway and Canada

89. What is your favorite number? 24

90. Can you juggle? No

91. Are you religious? No

92. Do you find outer space or the deep ocean to be more interesting? Outer space. I'm scared of the deep ocean and I don't even know what's down there.

93. Do you consider yourself to be a daredevil? Not at all

94. Are you allergic to anything? Wasps, dust

95. Can you curl your tongue? Yes

96. Can you wiggle your ears? No

97. How often do you admit that you were wrong about something? 50/50

98. Do you prefer the forest or the beach? Both.

99. What is your favorite piece of advice that anyone has ever given you? "Cut the seed before it grows"

100. Are you a good liar? I hate lying and being lied to.

101. What is your Hogwarts House? Slytherin

102. Do you talk to yourself? A lot

103. Are you an introvert or an extrovert? Introvert.

104. Do you keep a journal/diary? I use my Tumblr as my diary since 2013

105. Do you believe in second chances? Yes

106. If you found a wallet full of money on the ground, what would you do? Search for an ID and try to reach out to the person who lost it.

107. Do you believe that people are capable of change? Not really..

108. Are you ticklish? Yes

109. Have you ever been on a plane? Yes

110. Do you have any piercings? Yes

111. What fictional character do you wish was real? Reaver from Fable, I'd like to marry him

112. Do you have any tattoos? No but I'm planning to get three.

113. What is the best decision that you’ve made in your life so far? To keep going.

114. Do you believe in karma? Yes.

115. Do you wear glasses or contacts? Either I wear glasses or go through life blind lmao

116. Do you want children? I'm not sure, but I prefer to adopt.

117. Who is the smartest person you know? Daniel Howell

118. What is your most embarrassing memory? I reject them lmao

119. Have you ever pulled an all-nighter? When haven't I?

120. What color are most of you clothes? Black

121. Do you like adventures? I love them.

122. Have you ever been on TV? Yes.

123. How old are you? 18

124. What is your favorite quote? So many. I really like "Irgendjemand liebt dich immer" a lot these days, it means "someone will always love you"

125. Do you prefer sweet or savory foods? Savory. I hate sweet.

I tag @ludicrousperson

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indigomasquerade97 · 6 years

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Night Fright

This is for @brothersapart 2018 contest, and is set in the story where Dean got cursed alone. He meets some... interesting people in the motel one night. Things go downhill very fast.

Dean grumbled to himself, looking around at the mostly bare dresser top. There was nothing here except for a clock and some pamphlets. He rubbed at his neck, willing that stupid knack of his to work right. It had never really steered him wrong - items that seemed useless at the time would always have a use shortly after they were found - but there was nothing here. No leftover food, no small items he could reuse in ways they weren't originally designed for, nothing that he could take back home.

Dean sighed, looking out at the empty room. Even after all these years, he still couldn’t get over how the world stretched above him. At least on the top of the dresser he got an okay look at the place. On the floor, everything was too big. But it was better than the outside world, where there would be so many other dangers to someone as small as him. Cats, dogs, birds, and of course, humans.

Not to mention the supernatural things that go bump in the night.

With another grumble, Dean checked in his bag. He’d not had a good haul today. He’d had to travel farther away from the home to get here. And all he’d found was a small length of string. But at least the stores at home had some food in them. He, Walt and Mallory wouldn’t starve... but he was getting sick of stale crackers.

Suddenly, there was a click at the door.

The door was opening!

Dean barely had enough time to dart behind the closest item on the dresser - the digital alarm clock - before the door was swinging open. He hadn’t even heard anyone arrive.

The light was switched on, and Dean heard a man grunt in distaste.

Dean panted, peeking around the dark plastic. A tall man in his early twenties stood at the door, intense eyes sweeping across the room. His slender form was obscured by a dark trench coat. His spiky black hair was tipped with bright orange splotches that matched his narrowed eyes. He grimaced, looking loath to step inside.

A light then almost blinded Dean, accompanied by the roar of a powerful engine. A car was quickly parked by the door and the man was soon joined by shorter brunette. This man wore grey pants, a dirty white shirt, with a red hoody covered with a black leather jacket. His partner scowled at him, crossing his arms irritably. He was younger than the first by a few years, and was smiling broadly at the dingy room.

‘Must we stay here?’ The orange haired man asked, giving a half begging, half exasperated look to his friend, 'We have the money for a better motel.’

'Oh come on, Ti, it’s not so bad,’ Scoffed the young brunette, jokingly elbowing the taller man in the ribs, 'Besides, the others say that spending a night in a dingy motel is “quite an experience”.’ The taller man raised an eyebrow at that, giving a skeptical look to the old, worn out room that hadn’t really been cleaned by the maids earlier that day.

'Clearly.’ He grunted.

Unperturbed, the younger man bounded inside, looking around as if he’d never seen such a room before. He idly plucked up the remote and turned the TV on, flicking through the channels. He made faces at some, but beamed when he found something he liked. Dean almost laughed when he heard the familiar theme to SpongeBob Squarepants, finding it amusing and almost endearing how the teen got so excited by the show, practically vibrating on the spot.

'Scream, will you grow up?’ The other man asked, still standing in the doorway. Scream flipped him off, eyes still glued to the TV.

'I’m researching human customs.’ He declared in an over the top way.

'By watching cartoonish marine life?’

'If that is what it takes for me to learn, then I must endure the burden.’ Scream said dramatically, then proceeded to flop onto the nearest bed. He froze, then bounced again.

'Tigor! We have beds!’ He declared suddenly and loudly, almost making Dean yell in pain at the volume. The kid began picking at the blanket, smiling broadly as if he were touching the softest silk, not rough cotton. 'And it isn’t made of stone!! What luck!’

'We should leave,’ Tigor said, glancing outside, 'We need to meet with the others.’

'We only just touched down. Ash said we could explore on our way to the rendezvous as long as we stayed safe.’

Dean frowned. What did he mean by that?

'Fine. At least check the room for any bugs,’ Tigor said, readjusting his coat as he stepped back into the night, 'I’m going to check the perimeter. Behave, and call me if you need me.’ With that, he shut the door and walked off. The teen gave a sarcastic salute, not moving to do as he was asked.

Dean sighed, relaxing slightly. With only one human to worry about, it would be easier to get himself back into the walls unnoticed. He kept his eyes on the man as he stretched on the bed, getting rid of the kinks he had.

The man grimaced, looking over at the windows. The blinds were shut tight. He smiled, rolling his shoulders.

Dean’s eyes widened in shock and horror. As the teen moved, something began moving under his baggy clothes, slipping through slits in the fabric to stretch out.

He had wings. Huge appendages that resembled that of a bat. They stretched out as the teen held his arms over his head, sighing in contentment as he worked out his tension. But as he relaxed, Dean found himself breathing harder as his heart sped up.

He was stuck in a room with a supernatural creature!

What even was it? Dean tried thinking back to his childhood, a lifetime ago now. Werewolves, vampires, ghosts... he listed everything he remembered, going over the visual checklist. He had no holy water, and he wasn’t about to go up to the giant and touch it with his knife or some iron, so this would have to do. But he drew a blank. He had no idea what this thing could be!

The teen sighed, slouching down on the covers of the bed. He looked ready to fall asleep, but frowned where he lay, as if something were disturbing him. But the giant seemed to ignore it, stretching luxuriously. The TV continued, loud as ever, and Dean took his chance as the giant relaxed to get away. Any slight noises he made would be drowned out by that annoying laugh from the TV.

Dean scampered over the dresser, keeping the monster in his peripheral as he dashed towards where his hook was. His feet made soft thumps against the wooden surface, almost too quite for even Dean to hear. He grabbed hold of his black thread, ready to swing down to the floor.

The bed creaked and the TV was muted.

As Dean swung himself out of sight, he saw the monster had sat up, staring intently at the bed sheets. His head was cocked to the side, as if he were listening for something. Then he turned towards the dresser.

Had that thing actually heard him over the sound of the TV?

The creature climbed out of the bed, ominously slowly, as Dean threw caution to the wind and slid down the rope, fear of heights be damned. He hissed as he hit the ground, feeling a sharp pain in his ankle. The giant beyond the huge piece of furniture stepped closer.

'Ti, somethings in the room.’ He said. Dean ignored the thing as he forced himself to move. There wasn’t any entrances into the walls here. He’d have to run towards the exposed vent a few feet away.

But how? His ankle was sprained, maybe even broken. There was an unknown, supernatural giant just feet away. If Dean tried for the vent, it would only take seconds for the giant to grab him. Then it would kill him. After his years helping his father on hunts, there was no doubt in his mind on that.

'Its under the dresser. And no, I don’t think it’s a rat or something,’ The creature said, 'I’m gonna engage! No assistance required.’

The creature stepped forward, boots the size of cars planting hard into the covers. The dresser shuddered, and Dean readied himself for it to be slid over from the wall. If he was quick and careful, he could probably stay hidden under the thing long enough to figure out how to get himself out of this situation.

He didn’t expect the entire dresser to lift straight up. His eyes widened. That was a feat of casual strength not even a human could easily achieve.

He was brought out of his frozen state when he felt the vibrations of the dresser being dropped down not far away. The giant was staring down at him, eyes wide. Dean gulped, then booked it towards the vent. He limped slightly, but like a true Winchester, ignored it in favor of getting himself away.

The giant didn’t chase him right away. It stood frozen, probably in as much shock as Dean, but for a completely different reason. It cocked its head in consideration, then stepped forward, kneeling as it went, and swept its hand out, all within a second. In just one step, it had cleared the struggled trek that Dean had taken. Fingers bigger than Dean wrapped around him, and the shrunken man yelped, trying to reach for his knife. But the grip solidified before he could, trapping his arms around his chest.

He was in the hand of a monster! This was so much worse than if he’d been captured by a human.

Dean struggled in that hand, even as it slowly began lifting. He winced at the nauseating feeling, though it wasn’t as bad as he imagined the experience to be. With how fast giants could move, he expected it to be like the worlds worst roller coaster ride. Instead, it was almost like a slightly fast elevator ride.

The giant held Dean up, getting a good look at him. It didn’t stand to its full height, which Dean was glad for. He didn’t think he would be able to handle that sight. A dresser, while slightly unnerving at the edges, was doable. Being almost six feet in the air with only some fingers to keep him from falling was not something he wanted to experience.

When the monster didn’t do anything, Dean looked up. His eyes were immediately drawn to the brown appendages that framed the giants face. They were flapping slightly, almost an unconscious move by the monster. Dean couldn’t tell if it was a good or bad sign, couldn’t even begin to decipher the meaning behind the unfamiliar movement.

He switched his gaze to the face, something he was more used to. The mans eyebrow were raised slightly, mouth open just slightly. Those blue eyes were dilating and shrinking, looking more like a camera lens than real eyes.

Curious, Dean decided. The monster was curious about him, and showed no signs of anger or, God forbid, hunger. Dean couldn’t repress a shudder at that thought. It would be so easy for a monster to snuff him out like that while he was this size.

‘Well,’ The monster drawled out, cocking its head, ‘This was unexpected.’

The giant flinched slightly, the other hand reaching out for Dean. He tensed at that movement alone, but all it did was hover over him, lazily hiding him away. Dean could still peek through those huge fingers. He saw how the giant turned to the door, still crouched by the wall.

Then the door slammed open, Tigor standing there. In his hands was a strange gun, and he looked like he was growling. His eyes swept over the room, taking in everything in an instant. He faltered when Scream just smiled at him.

‘Mind putting the gun away?’ Scream asked with a hint of a teasing tone, swiftly moving to his feet.

Dean groaned, eyes shut tight. There was the roller coaster treatment he had been expecting.

‘Oh, sorry ‘bout that,’ He quickly said, moving his hand to check on Dean, ‘You okay?’ Dean just sent a glare at him. The giant chuckled, shaking his head.

‘Darkscream,’ Tigor practically growled, cautiously stepping closer, using his foot to kick the door close, ‘what is that?’

‘Dunno.’ Darkscream said, shrugging his shoulders. He swiftly stepped over to the other man, opening his hand a bit so Dean was easier for him to see. Dean latched onto the creatures thumb, staring through to the floor far, far below.

‘Any ideas?’ Darkscream asked, but Tigor shook his head, blinking in astonishment.

‘P-put me down!’ Dean yelled, irritated that he had faltered in his demand. Though, he doubted the creature would listen. Why would he, when he had all of the power over Dean’s life?

The man hesitated for a second, then began swearing to himself, switching between two different languages. Tigor raised an eyebrow at the last sling of strange words, as if he were surprised by them. It almost made Dean curious about what he had said. Almost.

‘Shit, I’m so fucking sorry!’ Darkscream continued in English, sidestepping towards the table in the middle of the room.

And he held his hand over the table, slightly tilting his hand to get his point across. Dean blinked in shock, honestly not expecting the action, before he launched himself off the hand. He turned to keep both giants in sight, unconsciously hunched over to make himself seem smaller. Reaching into his jacket, he pulled his sliver knife out.

The flash the metal made as the light hit it did not go unnoticed.

The two men bent down beside the table, staring not at Dean, but at his knife.

‘That looks like a good quality knife,’ Tigor said, smiling slightly, ‘You make it yourself?’ Dean frowned. Were they really that unperturbed by the fact that he was so small? He hesitantly nodded.

‘Sick!’ Darkscream said, grinning broadly.

‘Wait, what?’ Tigor demanded, tearing his eyes off the increasingly confused tiny, ‘”Sick”? What-’

‘Colloquial word, Ti. Get with the program!’

‘How are you picking all of this up so fast?’ He asked. Darkscream shrugged, smiling innocently.

‘I’m just better than you, I guess.’

Dean probably would have tried to scale down the table, but he didn’t. Logically he knew he wouldn’t get far. With two giants right in front of him, they would just grab him right out of the air, if they didn’t stop him before he even got to the edge.

But it was more than that. The casual bickering between them was bringing up old memories of a time before he got cursed, when he and his brother would playfully argue. The sudden onslaught of half forgotten memories and emotions froze him to the spot.

‘So, what’s your name, dude?’ Darkscream asked, smiling in a disarming way, ‘I’m Darkscream, and this is my brother, Tigor.’

‘Scream...’ Tigor sighed, and that one sound showed all of his exasperation better than any words could have, ‘We came up with human names for a reason, you know!’

‘Somehow, I doubt we have to worry about him going around telling people about us,’ Darkscream said flatly, glancing down at Dean, ‘Am I right?’

Dean gulped, nodding quickly. So far the two had only shown cautious interest in him. He didn’t need to anger them by giving no answer. He had his knife, yes, but he doubted he’d be able to defend himself if either of them had any intention of hurting him.

‘See?’ Darkscream chuckled, placing his crossed arms on the table and resting his head on top. He loomed less as a result, but now he was much closer. Dean readied his blade in case he tried anything. ‘So, can we get a name out of you, mate?’

‘... Dean.’ Dean grunted after a long moment. What the hell, he thought. It wasn’t like they were going to divine the knowledge that he once trained to be a hunter from his name alone. And he wanted to make sure that these creatures knew he was a real person, despite his smaller size. Not a toy, or a pet.

Never. He would never allow himself to die in captivity of a couple of monsters.

Although, these two didn’t match the assumptions Dean had regarding a capture. Human or not, he would have expected a shining glint of greed in their eyes as they looked at him. Being held down or locked away so he couldn’t escape. For their casual strength to bruise, or even break bones, as he was carelessly handled. Aside from that initial grab, and the obvious curiosity they both shared, this experience was going nothing like he’d imagined.

They immediately treated him as if he were their equal.

‘What are you two?’ Dean asked, feeling bold despite his obvious disadvantage. If his hunch was right, these two wouldn’t hurt him. I hope.

‘Don’t you dar-’

‘We’re Shifters.’ Darkscream answered right away. Tigor frowned, then whacked the kid upside the head. He yelped as the rough blow, sending a bitchface at the older man.

‘So, what are you?’ Tigor asked, an eyebrow raised, ‘I know we’re new to Earth, but I don’t believe that humans come in miniature.’

‘Ah...’ Dean wasn’t actually sure. There were many names that humans gave his kind, but he didn’t think any of them would really relate to him. He was complicated. He was once human, shrunken down, and now cursed to live out his life at a fraction of his size. What did you call that? ‘What do you plan on doing with me?’

‘You’re avoiding the question.’ Tigor said, eyes narrowing slightly. Dean gulped, stepping backwards.

‘Ti, will you knock your shit off? We’re not gonna do anything!’ Darkscream declared, nudging the older man with his shoulder, ‘You always do this! Can’t you see your scaring him?’

Tigor said something back at him, slipping into that strange other language again. Darkscream rolled his eyes, his voice rising as he retorted. Dean slowly stepped back as the two were arguing. It was almost like they’d forgotten he was there. He discretely reached into his bag, reaching for his hook and thread. If he was careful and quick, maybe he could slip away.

Until Darkscream stopped talking. He frowned, head turning ever so slightly to the side. Tigor stopped arguing, now looking towards the window.

‘What is it?’ He asked. Darkscream shot to his feet, rushing to the window and pulling the curtain back so he could peek out.

‘The building is being circled,’ He informed, arm shaking, ‘Looks like the biker.’

‘Gears followed us?’ Tigor demanded, jumping to his feet. Dean flinched as the man stood to his full height, that shadow casting over him and making him feel small. I hate this, he thought.

There was a beat of silence.

And then it wasn’t.

Dean screamed, but his voice was easily drowned out by the thunderous bangs that suddenly assaulted him. The giants cursed, both moving. Darkscream’s wings lashed out as he stumbled back, curling around him as he attempted to shield himself. Tigor crouched down beside him, taking cover behind those seemingly frail yet incredibly strong wings. Those bullets just bounced right off of them.

But it wasn’t perfect. Every bullet made him hiss in pain. Tigor was fumbling for his gun, caught off guard. As he worked, Darkscream looked up at Dean. He grit his teeth, then reached out for him, bundling the shrunken man in his hands. Dean yelped at the fast movements. The fingers intertwined above him and locked together, sealing him away from the noise and chaos. Dean curled into a ball, trying to block the noise out. But that was an impossible thing for him.

‘To the car!’ He heard Tigor yell, then he began returning fire. Dean’s confinement moved as the two burst out of the hotel room.

Wait... The realization of what was happening hit Dean like a tonne of bricks. Every step the giants made took him further away from his home, from his adoptive parents. Walt and Mallory wouldn’t even know what had happened to him. Dean tried to fight back the tears at the thought. He wasn’t very successful.

Dean flinched when he heard the bang of a car door slamming shut through the gunfire. His stomach lurched as he was moved, and suddenly he was shoved into a new hand. Blinking, he looked up at Tigor, who was blinking right back at him.

‘W-w-what?!’ He demanded, attention quickly being drawn back to enemy fire. His hand tightened around Dean, and the shrunken man hissed at the tight hold. Tigor was not as used to delicate work like Darkscream was.

‘Why are you bringing him along?’ Tigor shouted as Darkscream started up the car. The engine roared to life, the power alone making the entire car vibrate. Blue lights filled the interior, and with a quick gear change, the car rocketed backwards.

Tigor yelped at the sudden movement, settling himself more firmly into the seat. He winced as the car sped away, quickly hiding the gun in his coat before he latched onto the grab handle. Dean latched onto the nearest knuckle, trying not to throw up as the car swung on the spot, never losing its momentum. Darkscream was intent on the road, one eye glowing with some grey aura. That was the last Dean saw before Tigor held him closer, half hiding him from the chaotic world behind the coat.

For a few minutes, that was Dean’s whole world. The car swung, turned, soared and raced, and all the while, the unseen enemy continued to attack. The car would shudder as it was hit, and Dean was sure they were all going to die.

But Darkscream was good. After some time, the attacker lost sight of the fleeing car, and Darkscream parked the car, switching everything off and getting down. After a beat of hesitation, Tigor followed suit.

The entire world was silent. The two monsters - Shifters, they said - glanced at each other, as if speaking telepathically. Dean grunted, planting a hand against a nearby knuckle and pushing. The digit didn’t move. Tigor’s grip just got tighter, which made Dean freeze. The grip was already too tight. If it got much tighter, the giant might snap his ribs. Or, everything, for that matter. He was almost completely enveloped in that hand.

Darkscream shushed him, head cocked as he listened for something.

Then he heard it. There was the spluttering roar of a motorbike driving slowly by. The two shifters froze, holding their breath. Dean unconsciously found himself doing the same thing. The sound got closer, seeming to stop right outside.

After a tense moment, the bike sped away.

The three sighed in unison. Darkscream rested against the steering wheel, blinking blearily. Tigor began laughing almost hysterically.

‘You are insane, my friend,’ He said, giving the younger shifter a cold look, ‘Now, why did you find it necessary to kidnap him?’ Darkscream sighed, shaking his head.

‘Gears had Tecnik with him,’ He explained, a hand running through his grimy brown hair. The hand around Dean stiffened, and Tigor’s eyes widened in barely concealed fear. ‘You know what that lunatic would do if he got his servos on Dean.’

Tigor groaned, his other hand running down his face. Dean squirmed, so he slowly unfurled his fist. Dean stumbled on the palm, rapidly switching his gaze between the two.

‘T-take me back. Now!’ He yelled. He put as much authority into the demand as he could. The two shifters glanced at him, then sighed.

‘No way we’re going back there right now.’ Darkscream said, reaching back to rub at his shoulder.

‘Do you know what those two would do to us? To you?’ Tigor asked, ‘Tecnik likes to perform live dissections with his prisoners. We are not going back there!’

‘B-but-’

‘Do you have anyone there with you? At the motel?’ Darkscream suddenly asked. Dean froze. He couldn’t tell them about the others. He was sure they meant no harm, but years of Walt’s lessions had been drilled into his mind. Even if they had no ill intentions, theyt were dangerous just by existing. He couldn’t tell them.

‘No.’ He insisted firmly. He hoped it was convincing.

The two raised their eyebrows at him. Dean gulped as the two stared down at him.

‘Whatever,’ Darkscream dismissed tiredly, ‘I just hope they weren’t too close to the room we were in. Assholes probably would have overlooked them in their haste to get to us.’

‘You’re bleeding!’

Dean winced at Tigor’s shout. When he looked up again, Darkscream was frowning at his bloody hand. Now Dean could see the blood staining the mans back. Those bullets hadn’t all bounced off, after all.

‘That’s it. I’m driving,’ Tigor decided, shoving Dean into the kids other hand, ‘We need to get you to Joanna.’

Tigor began pressing buttons on the console, and the wheel sunk into the dash. Before dean’s eyes, a second wheel appeared before the man, and he, slowly, began to drive. It was clear he was much less familiar and adapt as Darkscream was, but he was capable, at least.

‘N-no! You can’t just... keep me!’ Dean yelled, trying to leap off of Darkscream’s hand. But his other hand covered him before he could, sealing him inside a cage of fingers. Dean pushed against the digits, trying to squeeze himself passed, but the giant wouldn’t budge.

‘We’re not keeping you. I swear.’ Darkscream said, then hesitated.

‘Scream, don’t you-’

‘Dean, I swear to Hydron himself, I will take you back there, if you wish. But I cannot do so if it will get any of us caught,’ Darkscream stated seriously, slowly lifting his caging hand so he could look Dean in the eye, ‘Please. I will see to it you return home. But when it is safer. Okay?’

Dean bit his lip, staring up at the giant face above. The man was bleary and pale from blood loss, but there was no mistaking the genuine plead in his eyes. The man was silently begging Dean to be patient with him.

He sighed. I must be out of my mind. He reached out to the thumb by his side, almost like a handshake.

‘Okay.’ He conceded.

The two flinched as a burning sensation trailed down their forearms. Dean stared at his arm, where a dark hand print was plastered on his skin. Another matching mark adorned the shifters arm. Darkscream sighed, cupping Dean close to his chest. He was smiling slightly, pleased, before he lost consciousness.

‘Bout time he shut down,’ Tigor said, glancing down at Dean, ‘I beg you, don’t use him. He is still too trusting, even after all this time, and one day his rash deals will get him into trouble.’ Dean nodded in understanding. The shifter nodded back, then looked back to the road.

‘Even if he hadn’t made a Deal, we would have gotten you home eventually,’ He confessed, then snickered, ‘Although, I must warn you. The others can be... a bit much, when you first meet them. But I assure you, they are good people, and won’t let any harm come to you.’

Dean sighed, settling himself into the resting shifters hold. What have I gotten myself into?

#contest entry #My writing #@brothersapart #dean winchester #oc's

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magic5ball · 3 years

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Nature Trail to Hell Arc V: Back into Hell (VII)

Chapter 7: The Eye of the Sabretooth Tiger

At the time, I wasn’t sure where we’d wound up, other than it was dark and smelled of dank kitty litter. Really dank kitty litter. Dank enough I could see the fumes whisping up from the ground dank. I was just about to ask Shatner about the whole thing when he put his baseball glove of a hand over his (our?) mouth.

We blinked his eyes, adjusting to the dim light, his (our?) sweat turning to icicles the second it touched air. No more than six feet away from us was a wall of fur going all the way up to the ceiling, moving in and out, in and out as the biggest, baddest sabretooth tiger that ever lived snoozed.

“Crap!” hissed Shatner “Watterson jr.! We must have stumbled upon his sleeping quarters!”

“She named that thing after me?!”

“I concur. That honor should have been mine!”

Even with the Salisbury Steak wreaking havoc outside, apparently this big guy hadn’t gotten the memo. Unfortunately.

“Wait!” hissed Shatner. “Hear that?”

As a matter of fact, I did hear ‘that’. The purring, not of a tiger, but of a ventilation shaft in some corner of the room. Now, I’m not sure I ever mentioned this before, Shatner is a real strong guy. Strong and sneaky enough to prance across dunes of kitty litter until he got close enough to hopefully pry the grate off the vent. Before long, I felt a gentle blast of warm air on his (our?) fingers. Problem now, of course, was opening the darn thing.

Sounds easy, but we had to do this while a tiger the size of Rhode Island was on our tail. A tiger that could hear a pin drop from half a mile away.

We yanked the grate on that air vent so hard I’m surprised it didn’t fly off to California. Kinda wish it did though, because instead it flew in an arc through the air…

landing right on the tiger’s tail.

Didn’t see what happened next, because by then I’d leapt right out of Shatner’s body and into the vent, a single earthshaking growl was all I needed to know.

“Wait!” was the last thing I heard Shat scream as I scurried through the vent, never looking back, trying not to think about how I’d bailed on one of only two friends I’d made at camp.

. . .

It didn’t take long to reach the room where my body was being held, but it sure felt like it. Time has a funny way of stretching when you’re in a cramped vent, the kind of stretching that turns a ten minute episode of SpongeBob into an hour long special. But I learned the hard way that you can’t hide in an air vent forever; the universe doesn’t care how many communist sabretooths are out there in the world, one day you’re going to have to face them. Somehow, it fell of its’ hinges, crashing smack dab in the middle of a room. The room.

Then again, the thing was a room in the way alligator wrestling is a nice job. Castle was closer to the facts, with stone walls, torches in their brackets, those dumb stained glass windows they always seem to put in churches-

And at the center of it all, surrounded in four directions by carpets rolled out like fuzzy red tongues, sealed in a glass case, was me.

So there I was, my body in reach, with nothing or nobody who could stop me! The perfect moment to realize I had no forking idea how to get back into the thing. Instead, what I had was a hairbrained plan coupled with vague memories of watching Snow White at Gramgram’s place. A plan involving phasing through the glass, shaking my own shoulders with my scrawny little ghost hands, slapping sleeping me across the face (several times), failing to roll asleep me onto the floor, remembering the millipede might still be in my mouth, then leaning over my asleep self while trying to suck it out with a kiss.

I’d done this for about ten minutes when a mocking voices rang out behind me, whispering words I’d only heard in kindergarten; words I thought I’d left behind there long, long ago:

“Watterson and Watterson, sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G!”

Ms. Hoebag, emerged from the shadows, Hilda following silently behind her.

#My writing #Nature Trail To Hell #sabretooth cat #summer camp

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stormyth-art · 6 years

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tagged back by @suitcasesoffeathers!!! (I’m also gonna answer my own questions in this post for @pilotpig, thank you for being curious!! Haha

Also, sorry for all the long posts lately!!! (I just found out about the keep reading button so I’ll use that from now on!!!

1. If you could meet any fictional character in real life, who would it be and why?

hmmm, maybe Hermione Granger? Since she could teach me all sorts of stuff about magic and tell me things that happened during the books that Harry was too oblivious of to notice. XD Hermione seems like she’d be more perceptive than him.

2. If you could magically teleport anywhere (to a real location or fictional location), where would that be and why?

oooh, that’s fun, I’d go to Hogwarts for sure!! That would be so fun!!!

3. If you were in control of the world for a day, what would you do?

maybe just fire Trump and what’s his face vice president guy. lol, I think that’s the only thing I could do and not be scared of the repercussions.

4. What’s the weirdest dream you’ve ever had?

I’ve had so many weird dreams lol. There is one in particular that was this whole story thing going on, but it would take too long to write the whole thing, so I’ll tell you my favourite part. So, there was this servant boy and he and the princess fell in love and blah blah blah, but eventually he took her to visit his parents in his village. He lived in this rock thing and inside everything was saran wrapped. Th counters, the couches, everything (apparently this was for easy cleanup). So eventually this bell sounded (like a warning bell in medieval times) and that meant everyone had to go and steal food from each other and it was only legal between the first and second bell. The servant guy went off to steal food and everyone was beating each other up and it was terrible and then suddenly servant dude comes rolling down this hill (the village was on a slope) on top of a giant armadillo. He just rolled the armadillo into a convenient sized hole next to his house and claimed the armadillo as his own. (I found it funny when I think about it, but typing it up sounds weird....but I guess that’s the point lol)

5. What do you do when you’re bored?

I usually just complain that I’m bored then rewatch videos I’ve already seen or watch old shows I used to like, or I’ll draw.But lately I’ve been sucked into those top 10 scary videos lol.

6. What’s the dumbest injury you’ve ever gotten? (could be from cuts/scrapes to broken limbs, etc.)

When I was maybe 7 or 8 I was playing a video game with my siblings. It was this super weird racing game on the N64 and I was really into it for some reason, and every time I made a turn I would lean my body in that direction. I was sitting on a wooden stool while playing so the stool would lean too and eventually it just toppled to one side and my head landed right into a stone fire place. It was not fun lol, I still have a scar right next to my temple.

7. Do you have anyone that you really admire/aspire to be like one day? If so, who?

hmmm, I think my parents. A combination of the two. lol, that’s kind of a boring answer but it’s true.

8. Is something that you really treasure that other people may think is dumb?

ohh, there’s this stick I have. lol, I found a stick in the woods when I was 8 and it was the perfect walking stick with a thumb hold and everything. I loved that stick and brought it with me to school sometimes. And when we moved houses I brought it with and I still have that stick in my room and I’ll probably never throw it away at this point. I don’t know why I like it so much. XD

9. What are some positive personality traits that you believe/other people say you have? (no need to be modest ;))

lol, mmm, my parents say I’m creative. My dad says I’m really, thoughtful and have interesting insight about different topics (which I disagree with lol). I’ve been told I’m empathetic and kind and all those things too haha.And every once in awhile I get that I’m funny. (which is cool since I’ve always loved making people laugh and making others happy is what I always strive to do)

10. What style do you usually sport clothes-wise?

mmm, that depends. I love dresses and skirts and girly clothes, but I also love the simple jeans and graphic t-shirt. and then there are days wear I just want to look all boyish and wear baggy pants and oversize shirts. My style is pretty non-existent haha.

11. If you could have a mountain of any food right now, what would it be?

lol! uhh chocolate probably, haha I’m always craving chocolate. I wouldn’t eat an entire mountain of it in one sitting of course though, but it would be nice to have a stash whenever I want some! XD

my own questions:

1. Are there any new hobbies or new skills you want to try/learn?

I’d like to learn violin again as well as get back into photography!

2. Do you believe in anything supernatural? (if you have stories please share, I find them fun to read)

I do lol, it seems no one I tagged does though, which is understandable. I believe in ghosts and aliens (though there is no doubt in my mind aliens exist, I don’t believe any have come to earth. The universe is just so huge there has to be another planet with life on it) I sadly don’t have any stories though.

3. What’s your favourite historical era and why?

I LOVE medieval times. The atmosphere is super cool and it was always my favourite unit in history class in grade school (in highschool when I took an ancient history course we didn’t have time for that unit and it made me mad lol) But I just love history in general so much! It’s so cool to learn about and talk about!! (This is why I’m going to write a time traveling story, since I get to do research about different era’s for it!)

4. What is one of the strangest conversations you’ve ever had?

hmm, this was like, weird for a couple reasons. This was waay back when I was in 9th grade and my friend was in 8th, so I’d go to her school after my school was done and wait for her sometimes. So at one point I was waiting in front of her class and this boy (who I’ve spoken to many times before and he was always fine then) Started asking me “do you like fairy of tails?” over and over and I was so confused what he meant so I asked him “sorry, fairy, of tails????” and he just....rolled away lol. The entire conversations he was rolling around on the walls, flip flopping from one to the other in the hall and then just rolled into his class room.

I later realized he meant the anime fairy tail, which he already knew I liked and cosplayed from so....idk what was going on with him that day. XD

5. Any inside jokes (not with me, just in general)?

‘Imagine this!’ *pretends to open cupboard* (this one is with rieko lol, it would make no sense to anyone but us)

6. What quote do you say the most?

the wombo quote from spongebob as well as various other spongebob quotes.

‘HE WAS THEIR FRIEND! AND HE BETRAYED THEM!...HE WAS THEIR FRIEND!!!’ from harry potter, I say that all the time lol

7. If you could have any superpower, what would it be and why?

teleportation since that would be so convenient and I could go all over the world for significantly cheaper.

8. Favourite British drama, Korean drama and/or American drama?

British drama: ‘Merlin’

Korean Drama: ‘Good Doctor’ or ‘Hello My Twenties’

American drama: if ‘Stranger Things’ counts then that, if not ‘Once Upon a Time’, the older seasons.

9. Have you ever been in a situation that felt like you were in a movie?

All the time lol. I feel really surreal a lot. There was one time where me and my friend were walking at this park that had a farm on one side and forest with swings and slides and all that on the other (it wasn’t a super dense forest or anything, it was pretty open). We were walking at night and as the forest area came in view we saw a ton of lanterns lighting it up, some were on the ground and some were in the trees. It was weird because the day before there was nothing there. I promptly decided to do what anyone would do and force my friend to go into the forest of lanterns with me. My memories are all mixed up because for some reason I remember it being pitch black in the forest even though there were lanterns.....but anyways, eventually I saw a flashlight, I couldn’t see who was holding it but I could tell someone was coming towards us. I looked at my friend who desperately wanted to leave and I for some reason was feeling brave and wanted to talk to the person (I have no idea what compelled me to, I normally am not like that) When I turned back there was a second flashlight and then my bravery just drained and me and my friend just ran out of there. Next to the forest on the exit we took was a school so we stood in front of the school and then we heard a little girls voice say ‘what are you doing?’ and my friend screamed at the top of her lungs and scared the poor kid who went back inside the school and I laughed so hard and then we went home. lol, it felt like a horror movie but at the same time it was so fun! oh, and then the next day we went back and almost all the lanterns were gone.

10. Any funny things you did as a kid?

I also had elaborate plots for my toys. And I thought grilled cheese was girl cheese and only girls could eat it. I also truly believes ‘stupid’ was the s word. lol. Oh, and I had an obsession with toads when I was little and there were a ton in my neighborhood at the time so I would catch toads a lot.

11. Something you’re looking forward to?

when rieko is less busy and we can hang out and film and all that again lol. (even though was just went skating last week XD) Also, I’m looking forward to the distant future when I have money and can pay to go to upcoming cons!!

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200 Questions to Ask Me!

200: My crush’s name is: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 199: I was born in: Michigan198: I am really: Depressed, bored, hungry, lonely197: My cellphone company is: Verizon196: My eye color is: Brown/ugly195: My shoe size is: 11194: My ring size is:8.5193: My height is: 6″3192: I am allergic to: Medicine, tree dust191: My 1st car was: The piece of shitmobile190: My 1st job was: Illegal ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 189: Last book you read: How to Think About Weird Things Critical Thinking for a New Age. (Yes it’s a college textbook, but if you love debating with people on the internet [ though this is pointless] this book is a must read).188: My bed is: a college loft that I fear is going to fall any second. 187: My pet: Pet no, mascot my HARAMBE FLAG! 186: My best friend: @rinkatai @aesthetichalestorm @bookerdewiit 185: My favorite shampoo is: Whatever I have in the shower when I’m showering184: Xbox or ps3: either, but Mario Kart trumps them all183: Piggy banks are: cool if they aren’t the break ones182: In my pockets: wallet, room keys, a “Thanks asshole” note someone graciously wrote me 181: On my calendar: Peoples birthdays, and predictions for stupids shit. (5 for 6 on them being right)180: Marriage is: dumb, combining debt together over a stupid ceremony. Why not just say fuck it and save the money for a sweet house and lots of animals179: Spongebob can: keep coming out. I love that show. If given the time, I could probably quote almost all the episodes178: My mom: is my mom177: The last three songs I bought were? People buy songs? I can name albums: Reaching into infinity, Begining of the End, One More Light176: Last YouTube video watched: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jsx0d3p4SMQ

175: How many cousins do you have? That I talk to, 3,4. total like 22+

174: Do you have any siblings? Youngest of 5

173: Are your parents divorced? No

172: Are you taller than your mom? Yes

171: Do you play an instrument? Guitar and Trombone

170: What did you do yesterday? Stayed up til 5 am playing Garrys Mod

[ I Believe In ]

169: Love at first sight: Sort of, doesnt work out though

168: Luck: Luck is an undeclared claim.

167: Fate: Nope

166: Yourself: Never. I always fail

165: Aliens: Hard to say,

164: Heaven: No

163: Hell: I am a living hell

162: God: not a god, but a something

161: Horoscopes: Nope

160: Soul mates: Yes

159: Ghosts: No

158: Gay Marriage: Marriage is Marriage, IMO calling it Gay marriage is trying to make it different than regular marriage.

157: War: Yes

156: Orbs: YEs

155: Magic: No

[ This or That ]

154: Hugs or Kisses: Hugs

153: Drunk or High: Both. ( ͡°( ͡° ͜ʖ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ʖ ͡°) ͡°)

152: Phone or Online: Phone

151: Red heads or Black haired: Red Heads, but thats just from my experience

150: Blondes or Brunettes: Brunettes

149: Hot or cold: Mild

148: Summer or winter: Winter

147: Autumn or Spring: Spring

146: Chocolate or vanilla: Vanilla

145: Night or Day: Night

144: Oranges or Apples: Apple

143: Curly or Straight hair: Curly

142: McDonalds or Burger King: BK

141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: White Chocolate

140: Mac or PC: PC

139: Flip flops or high heals: Flippers

138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: Sweet and Poor

137: Coke or Pepsi: Don’t care, just gots to be diet

136: Hillary or Obama: Norm is my OTP ( ͡°( ͡° ͜ʖ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ʖ ͡°) ͡°)

135: Burried or cremated: Cremated, that way I’ll still be around people when im dead because no one would come willing if I was buried

134: Singing or Dancing: My singing is 1 of a kind

133: Coach or Chanel: Chanel because meme

132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks: Kat McPhee, only because I don’t know any of them and Hick is a bad name with my life.

131: Small town or Big city: Both

130: Wal-Mart or Target: Target

129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: Ben Stiller

128: Manicure or Pedicure: Pedi

127: East Coast or West Coast: Weast Coast ( ͡°( ͡° ͜ʖ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ʖ ͡°) ͡°)

126: Your Birthday or Christmas: Birthday, people notice me :)

125: Chocolate or Flowers: Flowers

124: Disney or Six Flags: Datknee… Disney

123: Yankees or Red Sox: Neither

[ Here’s What I Think About ]

122: War: Pointless, but happens, Realistically, will never end.

121: George Bush: All politics have goods and bads, we’ve had better, but we also had far worse.

120: Gay Marriage: Always said

119: The presidential election: Popular vote and the current way are both fraud by the way America is. A completely new system is needed.

118: Abortion: Not a women so my opinion is not valid or needed. Honestly I hate kids. so Pro

117: MySpace: Last i checked (like a year ago,) its pretty much a Soundcloud.

116: Reality TV: Stupid

115: Parents: Do what they do. Different generation so their ways of parenting are theirs.

114: Back stabbers: Too many in my life… DAMN… MAYBE THIS IS WHY I AM FUCKED UP.

113: Ebay: I spend too much money on it

112: Facebook: Fuck the Zuck

111: Work: Never had a legal job

110: My Neighbors: Can go shove a knife up their asses

109: Gas Prices: Better than the past

108: Designer Clothes: I’m making a separate post about this.. I might be in a bit of trouble with my college over this.

107: College: I don’t fit in anywhere. only friends I have I went to High school with.

106: Sports: Really wish I played football in High school. I know I wouldn’t play at my school, but a smaller one I would.

105: My family: Family is family

104: The future: WIll not be brighter.

[ Last time I ]

103: Hugged someone: Too long ago

102: Last time you ate: yesterday (2:00pm 12/13/2017)

101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: Emotional abuser has a drug dealer that lives in my colleges town. Saw her :/ cried for hours.

100: Cried in front of someone: Summer 2017

99: Went to a movie theater: whenever IT came out. Got in trouble with my colelge cause of roommates

98: Took a vacation: too long ago

97: Swam in a pool: summer 2017

96: Changed a diaper: never

95: Got my nails done: never

94: Went to a wedding: Spring 2017

93: Broke a bone: with a doctor knowing never, but like 6 years ago

92: Got a piercing: None

91: Broke the law: ( ͡°( ͡° ͜ʖ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ʖ ͡°) ͡°)

90: Texted: I stubbed my nose on the elevator

[ MISC ]

89: Who makes you laugh the most: Doc

88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: Nothing

87: The last movie I saw: Cure For Wellness

86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: Going home so I wont be alone with my depressing thoughts and questionable music

85: The thing im not looking forward to: going to the meeting

84: People call me: Davie Crocket Davy Divad Garbage, fucker loser, pretty much every name in the book

83: The most difficult thing to do is: pretend to be normal

82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: Talked the cop out of it with my mindfucking bullshittery

81: My zodiac sign is: Scorpio

80: The first person i talked to today was:

@rinkatai

79: First time you had a crush: 9th Grade

78: The one person who i can’t hide things from: Rink

77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: Last week

76: Right now I am talking to: Myself

75: What are you going to do when you grow up: Good question ( ͡°( ͡° ͜ʖ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ʖ ͡°) ͡°)

74: I have/will get a job: No, I cant do interviews I alwasy fuck them up or never get called back

73: Tomorrow: hopefully do something better

72: Today: Watched 9 hours of netflixs

71: Next Summer: Too far to determain

70: Next Weekend: Too far to determain

69: I have these pets: None

68: The worst sound in the world: College kids screaming because finals when they are just being cliche

67: The person that makes me cry the most is: myself

66: People that make you happy: Happy? whats that

65: Last time I cried: Today

64: My friends are: Rin Doc

63: My computer is: Fucked up because everything I own always gets fucked up

62: My School: College sucks, High School : IN A LOT OF HOT WATER

61: My Car: is a piece of shit

60: I lose all respect for people who: treat me bad… damn thats like 95% of the people I see

59: The movie I cried at was: The Producer

58: Your hair color is: Ugly Brown

57: TV shows you watch: The OFfice

56: Favorite web site: Higher or Lower Youtube

55: Your dream vacation: Somewhere with the right person

54: The worst pain I was ever in was: The emotion and things I live with everyday.

53: How do you like your steak cooked: However it is cooked

52: My room is: MY STUFF IS CLEAN roommate 1 is not

51: My favorite celebrity is: Too many to name

50: Where would you like to be: A better state of mind

49: Do you want children: NO

48: Ever been in love: Sadly

47: Who’s your best friend: Rin Doc

46: More guy friends or girl friends: Girl Friends

45: One thing that makes you feel great is: Dark humor

44: One person that you wish you could see right now: :’(

43: Do you have a 5 year plan: I only plan 5 minutes in advance

42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: No, honestly asking 10th grade me, i only planned up till graduation

41: Have you pre-named your children: NO KIDS

40: Last person I got mad at: ( ͡°( ͡° ͜ʖ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ʖ ͡°) ͡°)

39: I would like to move to: Sanity land

38: I wish I was a professional: Musician

[ My Favorites ]

37: Candy: Sour Skittles or Mega Sours

36: Vehicle: Piece of Shit Mobile

35: President: Suliman with the Onion hat

34: State visited: Iowa.

33: Cellphone provider: Verizon

32: Athlete: Cardale Jones

31: Actor: Bill Mother Fucking Murry

30: Actress: Emma Watson

29: Singer: Davey Jones, Davey Havok, Chester, and many more

28: Band: Too many, but I will say I’ve personally met one of them

27: Clothing store: cheap ones

26: Grocery store: cheap ones

25: TV show: Office, Simpsons South Park TWD

24: Movie: Cure For Wellness Clockwork Orange, Cant remember the name, but the original hunger games… the japanese one

23: Website: youtube

22: Animal: panda pugs

21: Theme park: cedar point

20: Holiday: leif erikson day

19: Sport to watch: hockey

18: Sport to play: football

17: Magazine: ( ͡°( ͡° ͜ʖ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ʖ ͡°) ͡°)

16: Book: Too many

15: Day of the week: Monday. Because I play a game of what sucks more… I win a lot

14: Beach: na

13: Concert attended: Alice Cooper 3x, Deep Purple, Stone Sour, Skillet, Motley Crue 2x, FFDP, Wayland, Valraven, Alterbridge, Iron Maiden, going to see Judas Priest with someone in April

12: Thing to cook: Pasta and muffins

11: Food: ^

10: Restaurant: places with spicy chicken nuggets rice pudding and chicken noodle soup

9: Radio station: 101 WRIF Q106

8: Yankee candle scent: N/A

7: Perfume: N/A

6: Flower: Idk Roses or Marigolds

5: Color: Black orange green

4: Talk show host: ( ͡°( ͡° ͜ʖ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ʖ ͡°) ͡°)

3: Comedian: A lot

2: Dog breed: PUG

1: did you answer all these truthfully? Like 4 are not :/

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