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ghostsxagain · 10 months

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@nveragod asked: aurora & morgan for the ship meme

Who would be the big spoon/little spoon? Aurora is little spoon!!! Who would wake up first? Probably Aurora, I can't picture Morgan as an early riser Do they have nicknames for each other? I think they do! That seems on brand How do they apologize after an argument? Aurora actually says 'I'm sorry' about a million times and will do a kind gesture, like bake him cookies or offer a massage What would they be like as parents? So. much. fun. There would be a lot of love in their house, for sure. It wouldn't be conventional, given both of their jobs, but they would travel together and make it work Who is more romantic? Aurora, but Morgan definitely surprises her What sort of gifts do they get for each other? Both favor sentimental gifts that have meaning or an attachment to a memory for them Who gets jealous easiest? Aurora gets suuuuuper jealous when Morgan tours oops! Who gets more excited for events e.g.. Birthdays, Christmas? I'm inclined to say Morgan Who is the most adventurous? Morgan, though they are pretty evenly matched here Who is the most protective? Morgan What would they have been like as childhood sweethearts? Oh I can see them as being super cute. Attached at the hip, the kind of lil pals that did everything together and certainly had intentions to marry each other at a certain age if they didn't find anyone else. They would have been suuuuuper supportive of each other as they embarked on their respective careers, both showing up to each gig/competition Who uses all the hot water? Whoever gets in the shower first lol Who would accidentally set the kitchen on fire whilst cooking? I wanna say Morgan? Who initiates sexy times the most? Both of em. They can't keep their hands to themselves lol Who is more dominant? Morgan What would they do if the other one was hurt? Aurora is very much a nurturer so she would pull out all the stops to make Morgan feel better. On the flip side, Morgan is very gentle with her & more attentive than she would have given him credit for Who gives nose/forehead kisses? Morgan What their biggest fight was/will be about: Insecurity on Aurora's end rearing its ugly head. She would get overly sensitive and lash out at Morgan, which would not be taken well

BONUS #1: Song to sum them up? tbd. I will update this when I think of one BONUS #2: A head canon? The first time they say 'I love you' to each other it's completely an accident. They spent a couple weeks away because of work and when they finally get to spend time in person, they're love drunk, essentially. One of them would be doing the most mundane task and the other just blurts it out.

BOTTOM LINE: Do I ship it? I sure do and would love to flesh them out more!

#{aurora & morgan}#nveragod #meme reply #answered #not me answering months old memes? you BETCHA

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bubbyleh · 4 years

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A Series of Shockingly Close Calls (ch.1)

oh no I fan fic’d a fan fic. I got thinking about soft monster au Boomer moments and it made my brain go bbbbrrrrr so then this happened. I’m woozy as hell because nobody told me that the antacids they were putting me on would make me not able to absorb my thyroid meds so I’m both very hypo, very potsy (cus hypo makes my p.o.t.s. worse) and in withdrawal so there’s no blood in my brain and I’m wacked out which makes me get suuuuuper purple with my prose so sorry for all the “forthright"s and "moreovers”. I’m just a little creature I cannot help this. Written in one sitting and probably a lot of typos and I’m sorry if I accidenally used ‘he’ for bubs in there somewhere I was having trouble with that. Once again, I’m p deep in withdrawal rn so bear with me. Anyway let me know if this is acceptable to put on ao3 as a gift fic to your fic. (yes I do plan on their being more than one chapter. no I make no promises due to aforementioned medical issues)

crocs here! sorry to put this in the middle of your submission, but i thought it’d get lost at the end. this is amazing! fanfic of a fanfic? i love this so much and i’m going to cherish it forever, thank you!

you can post this to ao3, i would be so happy if you did! i hope you feel better soon, i know health problems can be sucks. and don’t worry if you called bubby “he”, i write them using he/they pronouns (i just default to “they” for simplicity).

also, i hope you don’t mind that i put a read more in! ________

Three months.

Three months into Harold Coomer’s acquaintanceship with his eccentric and eclectic(in both taste and physical composition) companion was the first time the homunculus had begun to feel, as they’d put it, ‘drained’.

Bubby had explained to an enraptured Coomer,on more than one occasion, the nature of their state of reanimation, far different from Coomer’s own. They were a man-made construct of flesh, artfully pieced together from pieces of different corpses, stitched into a singular being and imbued with life by the great and terrible force of the heavens, in the form of lightning.

Coomer said it reminded him of Prometheus, sculpting mankind from clay.

Bubby said it reminded them of a penny dreadful.

They existed in a state between life and death, though not quite undeath, either. Certainly each composite part of them, corpses as they had been, could be considered undead, but Bubby themself was a new creation that came into life for the first time upon the metal slab of their creators laboratory, never having ‘died’ and therefore not being themselves brought back from the dead, but nevertheless composed of reanimated parts.

They were sustained not by blood coursing through veins, but rather electricity, which was honestly a boon for Coomer. He was still fairly young, by vampire standards, anyway, and his self control could be…spotty at times, and it was nice to have a companion that he could sit beside and feel no desire to tear their throat out and drain them of their life juices. They could subsist without food or drink if they needed to, as well, which was also helpful, as it was often not possible for either of them to venture into civilization to obtain rations of any kind.

However, there were downsides to Bubby’s condition, as well, which began to make themselves apparent those three months in.

Bubby’s escape from the lab of their creation was as unplanned as it was unorthodox. The whole thing had apparently been pure chaos from beginning to end, and Bubby didn’t seem to enjoy talking about it very much. Certainly an angry mob was involved, at least some pitchforks and torches, and a massive inferno of less than fully explained origin(‘Fire good,’ Bubby had said with a shrug), the last of which providing a convenient distraction for Bubby to make their escape into the nearby woods, but they hadn’t exactly had ample time to plan or provision their flight. They couldn’t take any of the tools or resources their creator had with them when they fled. They had no idea what they would need, nor any idea of what to expect when they were away from that lab for any extended period of time

Three months after their escape, it began to become apparent.

Coomer noticed long before Bubby said anything, and, in fact, had to more or less force a confession out of them about it.

Bubby just began to…slow, the way one does when they’ve gone too long without proper sleep. They began to stumble more often, to take longer to think of words, and such. The difference was very slight, only so drastic as someone who had woken up an hour or so before they’d have liked to that morning, and generally only became noticeable when Bubby was themself tired, but sleep never seemed to completely chase away that fatigue and Coomer worried.

He especially worried when Bubby practically panicked at Coomer’s slight inquiry into the subject, insisting far too forcefully that nothing was wrong and changing the subject. Coomer was eventually able to wrestle(both metaphorically and literally) an answer from them.

Energy of any kind, is finite, and that included the energy that maintained Bubby’s state of ‘half life’. Without supplementing it, it would eventually run out. Bubby’s creator had a huge contraption of wire and steel that Bubby would be attached to via the bolts on their neck. When lightning struck the lightning rod atop the laboratory roof, it would travel down those wires into the bolts and, by extension, Bubby, ‘recharging’ them, as Bubby put it.

“Why on Earth didn’t you tell me?” Coomer demanded.

“Because I didn’t…Because it’s none of your business!” Bubby snapped. “I don’t go snooping into how you get your ‘fix’! When you disappear into a town for the night, I don’t pry into your sudden improvement in pallor. I don’t ask you about the screams!”

Coomer flinched. It was a low blow and he was immediately inclined to take the bait, but the look in their eyes gave him pause. It was a fearful glint like a trapped animal, lashing out in fear, not anger.

He huffed out a small, unnecessary breath and crossed his arms.

“What is this really about?” he asked, voice calm, but stern. “Why didn’t you…,” his voice wavered, ever so slightly, “Why didn’t you trust me?”

The anger in Bubby’s face drained in an instant, falling instead into a look of pain and remorse.

“No, it’s not like that!” they insisted. “I just…I didn’t…I didn’t want you to think I couldn’t…I didn’t want you to…”

“To what?”

Bubby sighed, deflating. They averted their eyes, not meeting Coomer’s gaze.

“I didn’t want you to leave me behind,” they admitted at last, voice barely above a whisper. “There’s never been anything else like me before. I don’t know exactly how I work or how to keep myself working. I was afraid if you realized that, if you thought I couldn’t take care of myself, you’d…decide I was too much trouble.”

Coomer burst out laughing.

Any meekness to Bubby’s expression vanished in an instant and their bolts sparked with indignation.

“Why is it every time I bare my soul to you you laugh?!” they spat.

Coomer wiped a tear from his eye.

“Forgive me, Bubby,” he said. “It just strikes me as so completely preposterous I can’t help but laugh!”

“That I don’t even know how I can exist?” Bubby snarled. “That I don’t have any idea how this…hodge podge of flesh I call a body can even hold itself together? That I could just stop working one day and have no idea why? You find that ‘preposterous’?” they again cast their eyes to the ground, a mixture of shame and rage on their face.

Coomer’s expression softened and he stepped towards Bubby to lay a hand gently on their cheek and guide their face up to meet his gaze.

“That you could think there was anything that would make me want to not be with you,” he said.

Bubby’s eyes went wide and his bolts sparked again, but with a softer sort of ‘hum’ of energy, rather than the earlier harsh zapping.

“You are one of a kind, Bubby,” he went on. “I’ve never even heard of something like you. I didn’t think something like you could even exist. It’s fascinating! You’re fascinating.”

Bubby’s mouth opened and closed like they wanted to speak, but couldn’t find any words.

“It’s easy, as an immortal, even one so relatively young as myself, to feel as though the world begins to stagnate.” Coomer continued. “That someday one will reach the point at which existence can yield nothing else but that with which one is already too well acquainted. But you…You’re something entirely new. Something unprecedented. There’s so much to learn from you. About you. I want to… understand you.”

Coomer dropped his hand from Bubby’s face to their shoulder, this time being the one to avert his gaze.

“Moreover, I want to…I want to see you experience this world, as new to you as you are to it,” he said. Had he not been long dead, a flush would have probably risen to his cheek. “There’s so much you haven’t seen, haven’t done. I want you to see them, to do them. And moreso, I want to show them to you, give them to you. The way your eyes light up at things I’ve lived in fear someday would hold for me only monotony and makes me feel as though I could never again find them mundane…I want to see that. I want…I want to never stop seeing it.”

He braved a glance back up at Bubby, who was agape with shock.

“Nothing so trivial as a lack of energy could possibly deter me,” he said, voice resolute. “Even if I have to build a tower of steel and wire myself, there’s nothing that would make me leave you. For as long as…as long as you’ll have me.”

Bubby’s hand clasped onto Coomer’s still resting on their shoulder, holding on like they expected him to disappear if their grip wavered.

“Forever!” they said, instantly, then seemed to panic at their own forthrightness. “I mean, for as…for as long as you’ll have me.”

Their bolts were crackling with electricity now, sending off small, glowing motes and arcs of energy.

Coomer smiled and reached out with his other hand to touch Bubby’s cheek again.

Many years later, when Coomer would become fully educated on the idea of a ‘circuit’ and the ramifications of completing one by placing one’s hands on either side of what was essentially an openly sparking power source, the resulting occurrence would be an interesting and enlightening memory.

As it stood in the moment, the resulting electrocution simply caused him to be rendered briefly unconscious and his hair to not lie flat for a week.

#hlvrai #half life vr but the ai is self aware #submission #hlvrai boomer #boomer #monster au #on a dark and dreary night #I ADORE THIS #YOU THOUGHT MORE ABOUT BUBBY'S ELECTRICITY THAN I HAVE

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jaskanetic · 4 years

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Dream Time

So I had this dream, that like ....

I was in this BIG ASS TREE and the tree had a big ass forest inside of it, with another BIG ASS TREE the biggest tree in the forest.

There was a leetle forest kingdom, an I was like.... An actor ? Or something? I was cosplaying for an anime.

So I went to this building cosplaying this character to play the character for this play.

And there was another actor with me that I was all buddy-buddy with.

The thing about that was, there were these two other characters.

Technically three but.

Only two were significant.

They looked.... Vaguely like Sans, but they were also very different. Like... They were short, thin, with round heads, bone-white skin. Yes, skin. And they had a certain... Smile ... One that was a lot like Sans's but not. That was probably the only sans thing about them- their smile just looked vaguely like his, everything else was very unique and different.

Oh, and they had skin.

They were like ... Spirits?

They had on these cute little suits- like button shirt, vests, no jacket tho, no hat. Brown pants, weird .... Boot, things.

I think one of them had a marking on his cheek? Idk.

They followed me around everywhere. Like they've known me since childhood, and they were obsessed with me.

And we all lived in this... Weird building together, with a bunch of workers for different places. As if majority of population lived in like... This really weird ass ... Orphanage-type building. But it wasn't an orphanage, it was filled with adults made to work.

And the thing was, most people were some sort of like .. spirit. Fairy. Mythological being. I was the only human, I think.

We had our own table, me, the two spirit dudes, and the third guy- some super tall slendy ass tree dude who never said anything.

In a weird way, I was also their servant? Bc I was human. But like ... They never hurt me or anything, I was treated just as fairly as everyone else.

So, like, during the play. These two, strange spirits were like... Super jealous I was buddy-buddy with this other actor. One of them was SUUUUUPER jealous, the other was mildly so.

So, after seeing them like that, the dream skipped to me making them like lunch or dinner or something in the cafeteria of that building.

And I gave them their food and sat with them and we chatted, and I could tell they were both like... Possessive-ish? But didn't mind much. Something was off with one of them tho .. the one that was super jealous- he was the one with the weird, vague marking.

So, something happens, then I'm confronted, I think, if I remember correctly. They tell me some stuff, confess some thing. And I'm like "I gotta think about it" which upsets them both. I think in the dream I returned their feelings, but I was just iffy and lacked experience and stuff. Oh and they're spirits and i was human so.

The one with the marking keeps getting really jealous, so he goes full on yandere. He has this like .... Cave?

In the biggest tree in the forest, he has like, a chamber. The tree is hollowed out, there's an obvious entry hole but no one comes to this tree because they can't? Thry just can't. No reason. Like some higher power prevents them.

Through the entry of the hollow tree, you could eventually descend underground- into a hallway, which led to a large chamber. The chamber had a window in the ceiling, which filtered in sunlight during the day, the rest of the room had torches lit.

The chamber floor had this diamond pattern, but at the center, it broke a bit into this.... Weird symbol. There was also a hanging cage- a few cages hung in the center of the room. There was an open, lowered cage, and a blood stain on the floor, as well as a very... Disfigured human body. And the thing was- it was my body. Like.... They killed me and brought me back to life, for whatever reason.

And by that I mean- apparently these two spirits are far more than they appeared to be. They looked innocent and helpless but in this dream world, they were the most powerful beings to have existed. Yet because of me, they disguised themselves, and followed me around.

They had this... Ability, to take my soul, and recreate my body. With all my memories and things intact, minus what they didn't want me to remember. In this case, them killing me.

Well, this marked one killing me.

Apparently, he tried pulling some sort of magic thing on me, to make me fall in love with them? It didn't work because I was already, in love with them, I just wasn't ready to accept a relationship. But something happened, it backfired idk, I went literally insane like a zombie, and he had to kill me.

Which was fine, because he remade my body and I woke up the next day in the dream without memory of what happened.

But HE wasn't fine. The other spirit- was possessive and jealous, but he was ok with waiting for me, and tried to talk to the marked spirit. But the marked spirit- SUPER yandere and shit and kinda OOF'd. The marked spirit kept trying to find a way for me to accept being in a relationship with them faster- as if he was afraid I'd eventually lose interest and move on. (Very hard for me to fall out of love).

He kinda went insane. His magic stuff went too far. One day I was cosplaying Kagome for a play- and then somethin happened. Ended up in this dark area with cogs turning and stuff- looked like the inside of a clock tower?

These... Monsters... Zombies? Idk, they were zombie-like, but something else. Pinned me down and started to try and eat me. At first, the guy- the spirit with no mark- had followed me. He wanted to rescue me bc yknow, he cares, but he was also like "I doubt they'll hurt her much". So he was kinda debating letting the zombie creatures scare me for a while for some sort of revenge.

Welp. Revenge backfired.

He got pinned down or stopped or something, don't quite remember if something fell on him or some unseen force halted him- but once he couldn't move, he panicked REALLY BAD, not for hist safety but for mine. Bc as soon as he was down- the creatures actually started biting and tearing into my flesh and everything.

Like. I was screaming, fighting, bleeding out, and dying.

And i think at some point he was like, deadass crying. But couldn't do anything- and even then, it was too late for me apparently.

So I died a second time.

When I was dead, idk what happened to the monster things, I think he killed them. But then he went outside of the clock tower, and was pretty pissed at the marked spirit- or not pissed.... He was pissed but mostly like "i gotta stop this dumbass now why do i love these idiots".

Bc the marked spirit was kinda losing his mind in his tree cave.

At this point, neither of them made me a new body yet, and for good reason. They were gonna have some argument and didn't want me getting caught in the middle- that and some other crazy shit was going down in the world idk.

But as a weird, human spirit- I made my way to the tree, and stopped in front of the entrance.

Where I saw, inside the darkness of the entrance, these... Goopy... Amalgamated blobs. With glowing eyes and reddish-copper skin. No idea why they were there.

Then my perspective shot back in time to when I was getting murdered by monsters. Then it shot back to the tree entrance and went into camera view- where my vision zoomed into the entrance to see all the goop monsters, and then back out.

And it just kept switching back and forth. And then to the unmarked spirit who was like "some bad shits about to happen" and went to the tree to find the marked spirit.

And then suddenly, I saw the marked spirit in the tree entrance, with his hand shoved through a goop thing, his fingers out and everything. And he was laughing, and telling me something? He was really angry, not just at me, but at a lot of unrelated things. And I was kinda scared, but also kinda felt bad for him, and wanted to help him.

Then the unmarked spirit appeared beside him. And they both stared at me. And all I heard was "ours" and the dream ended.

And I HONESTLY HAVE NOOOOOOOOOO IDEA WHAT TO THINK ABOUT THIS DREAM NGLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

ON A SIDE NOTE: WEIRD TREE FRIEND WAS NICE

And the setting of the dream was really... Beautiful. And very fantasy esk.

Also I think in-between everything I also FUCKED the two spirits but I honestly don't remember.

Have fun with this knowledge.

#jaskanetic #jaskatalks #mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm weird dreams #what gets me is they acted sounded like and looked kinda like two people i know #ive been having a lot of trippy dreams like this lately #is it a sign or what ejdhehdh #no more junk food before bed

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