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𝓜𝔂 𝓶𝓸𝓶 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓪𝓾𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓒𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓷

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐍𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐤𝐲 𝐏𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐚'𝐯𝐢. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐒𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴍɪʟᴇꜱ 'ꜱᴘɪᴅᴇʀ' ꜱᴏᴄᴏʀʀᴏ x ᴛʜᴇʀᴀᴘɪꜱᴛ! ᴀᴅᴏᴘᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴏᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ꜱᴜʟʟʏ'ꜱ x ᴀᴜɴᴛ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: toxic relationships, mentions of Suicide Squad, bleached skin due to chemicals, mentions of war, explosions, death, death of two pets, sky people, Miles Quaritch mentioned, cussing, motherhood.

A/N: I haven't wrote anything involving Spider, so I thought of something. I made it somewhat angsty. Also, I'm going to have to start adding that English isn't my first language since some mistakes may be seen and I don't fix them right away.

Masterlist

Years after leaving a man who had made your life a living hell, you had no idea on what to do. You had met him in mental hospital, you were his therapist. During that time together, you had got closer to him. He had made you fall in love with him, you dropped everything in order to be with him. You did everything he had asked you to do, as a gesture of your love, he pushed you into a bath of chemicals, causing your skin to bleach.

The whole time he had been using you for his own benefit, this so called love wasn't love at all, this was no Mad Love, this was cruelty. It took a while to leave him, but you finally did, you promised yourself that you will no longer go back to him. Sure you've said it a couple time in the past but this was the last time you'd say it, you were both officially over. As a form to show that you were officially over, you blew up the chemical factory were it all started, it felt good knowing and proving to yourself that you were done with him.

Thanks to a job you got outside of earth, you got hired as a Therapist in Hell's Gate on Pandora, you really had nothing left to loose so you took the job. Sure you had worked in the Suicide Squad and you had your Gang Of Harleys, but you could not let this job go. Why not start fresh in another planet. Not to mention you had enemies on your ass, wanting you dead, often sending hitmen or women to get the job done. When you had arrived, everyone thought it was a joke, seen a woman dressed as a clown here being a therapist, what a laugh. The first few months you had no patients, no one seemed to have any problems or whatever, it was fine honestly. You weren't going to force anyone into talking to you.

You had met Grace, Norm, Trudy, Max and Jake, this were the only people who were nice to you since everyone had seemed to avoid you at all costs. They didn't seem to care if you wore crazy flashy red and black outfits or your red and black hair or your clown like makeup. They treated you like an actual person. Jake had actually become your first patient ever since he began the Avatar program. He told you everything that felt and other things. You found out about a Na'vi girl who caught his eye. You could tell that he was in love for you by the way he had talked about her.

You and Trudy were closer, since you had nothing better to do, on your free time you'd hang with her. She'd also take you flying. She also liked listening to your stories about the time with the Suicide Squad and your Gang. The Suicide Squad stories were her favorite, she'd often tell you that you'd be good on the field.

Things got bad, the RDA decided to destroy the Omaticaya's home tree and most people were not happy. They could not do that, they could not take people's home like that and for what? To enslave them? take over this planet only to fuck it up like they did to earth? That's bullshit.

You sided with Jake and the Omaticaya, you stayed with Max while the others went out to help the clan on the outside while you and Max helped on the inside. You, Max and another group of people who had access to avatar's came up with a plan. While they got into their avatars, you and Max went outside to get a hold of the machines that were used in the compound. You and him destroyed the control room so that they didn't have access to communicate with those who were out in the field, then the other avatars came in and held the people in the room at gun point. They were fucked for sure. This was also considered a suicide mission, and you were all in for it.

The Na'vi won, now the humans had to leave. Except for you, Max, Norm and the others who helped. Many died, some as scumbags, but others died as heroes. War was never a good thing, but it was the only way to get the humans to know that the Na'vi were not going to stand down and defend their lands, their planet.

One thing you didn't expect was a baby to be born, his name is Miles Socorro, the son of Miles Quaritch and Paz Socorro. He was now an orphan, since both parents are dead. So you decided to adopt him, you knew nothing about parenting or caring for a baby, but you've dreamed of having children in the future. You had thought about having a daughter who you'd name Lucy, but that never happened. You had another chance, but with a boy who was not responsible for his parents choices.

You raised Miles as if he was your own son, you had began to call him Spider since that's how he'd act majority of the time, like a spider around the. Not only that, but then came in the Sully kids, two boys and two girls. You had become their aunt since you'd interact with them the most, one day they just began to call you 'Aunt Y/n' or just 'Aunty' you love them as if the were also your kids.

When Spider was little, he always wondered why your skin was a pale color and your hair was two different colors. One time he tried to dye his blonde hair with your hair dye, only to make a huge mess. You weren't upset, but only laughed seen the small red and black hair dye had prints on the bathroom floor and walls. Not forgetting the time Spider also got into your make up. He had white foundation and white powered all over him. As well as a bit of red and black eyeshadow around his eyes and badly applied on lipstick on his cheeks. You had manage to take a pictures of him, he was just adorable doing this kind of chaos. You had them hanged on your walls of your office with other pictures of your friends.

When it came to toys, you had to make them. You did have stress relieve toys you'd let Spider play with but you knew he was getting bored of them. So you learned from Jake how to carve toys, at first it was a pain but you got the hang of them. You carved him an Ikran, A Direhorse, and not to mention Toruk. Besides those, you carved him other things. You had carved him two hyenas which you painted green and pink, Bud and Lou were your pets back on earth, but they died on their way here. You were upset when you heard that your precious pets died. You also caved him a motorcycle, and other things he may like. You had also carved him a bat and mallet in which he customized himself, it may not have been appropriate for his age, but he loved all his wooden carvings dearly.

Even though he got older and was no longer interested in toys, you had the wooden figures sitting on your desk next to a baby picture of Spider's, the one you had taken with him covered in hair dye and make up. He'd often tell you to take it down but you wouldn't. He also didn't like it when you'd kiss his cheek, since it'd leave a stain of your red or black lipstick, you continued to do so despite his protest.

The older Spider got, the more he wanted to be part of the people. He learned everything about the Omaticaya, he really wishes he could be a Na'vi. He had stopped trying to dress like you, which you didn't mind since he was doing his own thing. Even though his hair was now different, he'd dye two strands of his dreads, one red and one black, he said because he wanted to have a part of you on him, almost having you in tears.

One thing that you didn't like was how Neytiri treated your son as a threat. You understood her dislike for humans but Spider was only a kid who wanted to fit in with the rest. You still remember when he came back crying because of Neytiri's treatment, that was the first time you ever saw him cry, it hurt you. That was when you told him to not worry about what Neytiri said to him, to only focus on the good he does.

You wanted to talk to Neytiri but at the same time, you felt as if it were a bad idea. She was very stubborn and for sure she'd try and gouge your eyes out if you told her anything. So you spoke to Jake, for sure he'd be able to talk to his wife, but even if he spoke to her, things didn't change. You just let it slide, but you warned Jake that if Neytiri does anything to your son, then you'd take matters into your own hands and he knew you weren't messing around.

Even after all these years, Jake was still your patient, he'd tell you how he felt about everything that was happen, not to mention about him being a father of four. You had talked to him about communication and other important things, but they seem to only go in one ear and out the other. Today was another session.

You had been at the campsite, with the girl to greet the coming war party. When they arrived, you pulled both Neteyam and Lo'ak into a hug, you had been worried sick. "Are you both okay? How was it out there?" you asked seen that Neteyam had been injured, Neytiri, Kiri and Tuk had also noticed some injuries. "It was fine..." he said, looking down a bit disappointed. "Oh, It's okay sweet cheeks, all that matter is that you're both here safe and sound." You said comfortingly at the both of them, as you held one of their hands. Jake then approached the three of you all. "Y/n, a moment please" you looked at Jake, and nodded, not before giving both Neteyam and Lo'ak a gentle hand squeeze before going over to Spider.

While you and Spider looked at the Ikrans, you accidently heard what Jake was telling his sons, Spider looked over seen how Jake grounded Lo'ak for a month. You then lightly smacked Spider on the head to get him to stop listening to their private conversation. He gave you a look "what was that for Ma?" he asked rubbing his head. "I told you not to listen to other's conversation its rude." You said making him respond. "Yeah I know, but he is basically yelling" he said. "I know, but still, now go see how Neteyam is doing." You sent him off.

Jake had been sitting on the ground, checking and cleaning his gun while he talked. "They could of got hurt! I could of lost them!" he was basically yelling, you understood, he was worried about his sons. It was normal for a father to be worried. "I get it, I understand that Lo'ak is reckless, he got that from his father" you said teasingly at Jake who laughed a bit. "I know but, he's got to learn that this sort of things aren't a game, its war for crying out loud." Jake mentioned, sighing. You took a deep breath and spoke again. "I know, but he is a kid, all your kids are still kids. Of course they'll be reckless and not always pick the right choices, but you're their to teach them, that's what a father does." You said.

"I try okay? I scold them, I tell them everything." He said as you spoke again. "How? Yelling at them doesn't teach them, we all basically saw how you yelled at him" you said, making Jake to look at you. "I have to get them to listen" he said, as you gave him a look of 'really?' "I get it, but yelling only shows that, your upset with them. I get it, but at the same time, you need explain to them, talk to them. When was the last time you actually had spoken to them?" you asked, making Jake think for a moment.

"Never actually, I never thought it would be necessary to have a talk with them" Jake admitted, making you have a 'are you serious' face. "Jake, communication is important, they're kids, teens! They're at an age where they need to the most support since they're almost adults. And you are the one who is guiding them into adult hood." You said as Jake listened. "Look, this is your 'assignment' talk to Lo'ak and Neteyam, seriously, no scolding, no yelling, talk to them like a father, show them that you care about them." You told him in a serious manner.

"And another thing, you can't be putting all the responsibility on Neteyam. He isn't an adult, he is a kid as well. That much responsibility on him can cause stress, very bad stress since he'll begin to think that anything bad that happens will be his fault and he'll take the blame for it, that's harmful" you told him, it sounded more like a scolding. "Next session tell me how it goes." You said as Jake nodded then Neytiri approached him. "Thank Dr. L/n, I appreciate it" Jake said with a genuine smile. You smiled back at the blue giant. "You're lucky this is free, or else I'd be charging you" you teased at him getting up from the ground, making him role his eyes at your comment. "Yeah yeah, I'll see you around" Jake said to you, before you went to get Spider you greeted Neytiri, then walked off to the tent where he was.

You had entered the camp, seen both Mo'at and Kiri putting healing paste on Neteyam who was grunting in pain. "Awe you need a kiss on your boo boo?" Spider teased as Lo'ak chuckled at him. You went over to his side, seen Neteyam's bruises, damn they were bad. "I remember having to kiss your boo boos, and I still do Kiddo" you teased, seen Spider's face turn red while making Lo'ak laugh. "Ma, your embarrassing me" he said lowly. "So? I'm your mama, it's my job" you said giggling.

"At some point you should come to one War party, it'd be cool seen you in action. Just like in your Suicide Squad days." Lo'ak mentioned, he had tried conversing you into joining at least once. You knew it wasn't age appropriate to talk about stuff like that, but the kids were curious about your past life. "I'd love to but, I'm a human, my ass could get killed at any moment." You said, making him insist. "Come one Aunty, a little danger wouldn't hurt." He said, now this caught your attention. "If you insist I might think about it. I need some danger in my life once in a while." You said making Lo'ak look excited.

"Alright, it's time to head back" you said, making Spider look at you. "Come one Ma, let me stay a bit longer." He begged like a child. "No, it's late" you said, but before Spider could protest some more you gave him a warning look. Even though he was older, that look still worked on him. Spider then said his goodbyes to the kids and you both left.

When you got to the lab, you and Spider were in your office, you had been looking through stuff. Spider had nothing better to do but just hang around your office. "Hey Ma?" Spider broke the silence. "What is is Kiddo?" you asked, stopping what you were doing and faced him. "How come you never mention or talk about my dad?" he said, this made you blood run cold.

You sigh, knowing you'd have to talk to him about this eventually. "You dad, wasn't the best person Spider" you said, now feeling nervous. "Why is that?" he asked again, now playing with a green hyena wooden toy on your desk. "Because, he did horrible things, unspeakable shit" you said. Remembering seen the Home Tree getting destroyed, by that bastards orders. "He destroyed the Omaticaya's original home tree, lots of Na'vi died. Neytiri's father died, there. And her sister died in Grace's school." You told him, maybe you shouldn't be telling him this but he had to know.

Spider listened, seen this was serious. "Did he ever find out about me?" he asked, you shook your head "no, she didn't tell him about you." You said, making Spider look confused at you. "She? Who is she?" He asked. You then sat down on a couch, making him sit next to you. "Paz Socorro, your real mother. That is why your surname is Socorro and not L/n" You said, seen that Spider had got tense by this, he felt like something had hit his chest, hard. "Your not my mom?" Spider asked, now seen the tears form in his eyes. You took his hands into yours.

"Yes, I am your mother, I may not have given birth to you, but I raised you. I fed you, I bathed you, I did everything a mother should because that's who I am. Your mother. I love you because you're my son." You told him, cleaning his tears away. Spider was still having to think about what you told him, you weren't his real mother but you love him as if you were. "Why didn't you tell me before?" he asked, seen tears now running down your eyes, having your makeup run down your pale cheek. "Because I was scared I guess, scared that you'd stop loving me because I'm not your real mother" you admitted, not caring if you ruined your makeup.

Spider saw how heart broken you were. You didn't tell him to hurt him or for your own benefit. You didn't tell him about his real parents because they had made bad decisions in the past, not to mention Quaritch who was the worst. You didn't have bad intentions, you just wanted to protect him from his parents mistakes and from their sins, mainly Quaritch.

Spider then wiped your tears away, also smearing your run down mascara a bit. He gave you a soft smile even though he had dried tears. "I know you may not have given birth to me, but you will always be my mom" he said, seen you smile and tears began to run down your eyes again. "Oh Ma, don't cry" he said now worried. You then pulled him into a tight hug, almost suffocating. "I love you so much kiddo! You're the best thing that had happened to me in my life. I love you, I love you, I love!" You continued to say over and over while you also began to pamper his face with kisses leaving red lipstick on his face. "MA! you're getting lipstick on my face" he whiles trying to get away from you. "I don't care, I love you so much!" he continued to hug him happily.

#avatar the way of water #avatar 2022 #avatar x reader #avatar x you #avatar x y/n #Sully family #The Sullys #sully family x reader #Sullys x aunt reader #miles spider socorro x mother figure reader #platonic #platonic relationships #female reader #female y/n #aunt reader #aunt y/n #aphrodite's writing

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sunny-with-a-knife · 2 months

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PERCY JACKSON OC LORE

+ FRIENDS

Let me all show you my oc! Their name is Aundrea (Angie for short) as Well as my friends ocs!

I'll upload more or her art soon but I just got too lazy so have them from an art challenge I did w/ some friends^_^

Tw: death in all backstories (litteraly none of them have a mortal parent who's alive)

(It's great /j) all text colored in parentheses are my own comment! The white ones are from my friends

ONTO THE LOREEE (click read more if interested)

AUNDREA (Angie)

Their father, Terrance Maheswaran, had planned to tell Angie her "amazing" heritage and terrifying adventures that would’ve laid ahead of her when she was 13, packing up her gift and a letter explaining everything for when she arrived at chb,

but in a sick cruel, twist of events, their Father died in a large explosion when she was working on an invention (a kid from the village had jacked with the oil rig, causing the generator to explode, Setting off The highly explosive fireworks and chemicals inside)

That had left her with a dead father, bad Eye, half her face burned and neglected trauma she refuses to Talk about, and would much rather throw herself into her inventions when someone Tries to make her talk.

But now she's dealing with a busted home, a hospital bill, a present, and a letter telling Her she's the daughter of greek goddess athena? Obviously she steals car parts and pieces from a local news station, making a warrant out for her arrest, (what half-blood hasn't?) as Well as an epic police chase scene while she blasted barbie girl and crashing Through the chb woods into A tree as well as a girls wine bottle (All jokes aside she was practically dashing to half blood all the way from the empty land if El Paso, Texas)

All of this has taken place somewhere after the pjo books (I thinkkk???? Me and my friends have yet to decide a timeline, so for now we ball ig)

REFERENCE:D

Written by my friend Kiwi!

NADIA

daughter of Dionysus!

One of her first trips to the casino when she was 8 caused the trigger of her madness. Nadia got invested watching a poker game that when it was time to leave and someone interrupted her trance, she suddenly got angry and started clawing at the attendants face. Her mother was banned from the casino. This news spread about a demon child attacking anyone that touched her with glowing purple eyes. This also didn’t help Layla’s and Nadia’s money situation as that casino was quite common for clients. The rumours spread to Layla calling her a “temptress” and “demon mother” since she was the only one to calm Nadia and she “slept around” so she could have “easily slept with a demon and gave birth to a monster”. Many conspiracists found out and religious freaks plotted to kill them both. A ritual for the child and murder for the mother.

She is the daughter to Layla Mansour when Layla had a one night stand with a disguised Dionysus (idfk how it works don’t come at me). Layla was a prostitute that used her body to get in the pants of high ranking officials that cheat on their wives but when Nadia was born, she had a new purpose. Living. Nadia was Layla’s break from disgusting men and she tried to protect Nadia as long as she could. Money was tight and Layla took more jobs. By the time Nadia had just turned 8, she was taken on her mother’s “trips” to nice hotels and casinos etc.

(Shit goes from 0-1000 real quick in Vegas ig /j)

During the night on a full moon on the 30th of October at 3 am. A 10 year old Nadia found her mother killed with a shot to the head.(she only saw the body im not that mean to nadia) (yea right 🙄) The religious freaks mysteriously went mad (I wonder could it be Nadia whhhaaaattt). Nadia ran away blah blah blah she’s 11 and at camp half blood woo. (My friend is so funny when talking abt Nadia lmfao)

Her first year there she was sceptical and hoarded shit, she was claimed when she first gambled with Dionysus and woo new brothers. They introduced her to drinking (bad brothers >:() and the fact she isn’t affected like normal people by alcohol if she wants and skaboosh wine gal emerged. Her need for money couldn’t be solved with taking stray drachmas from the floor (don’t ask me just accept what I say as fact and just take it) so she started a gambling activity of sorts. Second year is when she started gaining reputation and it went pretty normal until the start of her third year this random ass kid crashed their weirdoes car causing Nadia to drop her drinking making it undrinkable. (How she met Angie!)

FRIENDS REFERENCE SHEET BELOW vvvv

DEX

Written by my friend Rohan!

DEAR GOD MY FRIEND DIDNT HOLD BACK ON THE ANGST SO BE PREPARED FOR

•C@NABLISM

•DEATH

AND OTHER TRIGGERING STUFF

Dex was born in China before moving to the US when they were 2. They had a rough life, being forced into anything that had extra credit or talent labeled on it, since they’re mom wanted them to be able to be a dutiful citizen of the US.

Dex’s mom; Beihe was on a vacation in the US when she had gotten pregnant with a one night stand with the disguised Hades. Beihe was ostracized from her family when she came home pregnant, and when she gave birth she moved to the US.

Soon Dex was forced to learn anything and everything from a young age, it didn’t matter what it was; Their mom wanted them to be a prodigy in everything, the most prominent things being Violin, piano and kung fu. Dex had come out to their mom, and soon it became something to use against them.

Dex and their mom were in constant arguments daily, but by evening their mom was parading them through downtown before they went to eat dinner and go to bed. But by the age of 9 an accident had occurred, and right in front of Dex’s eyes their mom was turned into a puddle of flesh, organs, blood, and other bodily fluids. (It was not finger licking good ☹️ /j)

It had left Dex with scars along their body and trauma to deal with. When they were found they were placed into their fathers custody, and that's when they gained an accepting parent.

And soon they transitioned and changed their name with their fathers permission, and was trained and taught languages and fighting styles and mainly how to fight with a spear. Dex has powers but doesn’t know about them, since they are constantly helping their father and only have enough time to sleep and eat whilst doing so.

They were sent to the camp as a spy when their father had come up with the idea, and sent them a monthly allowance for it. They have books and journals in different languages, and can contact their father through a mirror that they have hidden.

Dex when Nadia and Angie find out their a spy almost murders them in a fit of fear, before they leave them kinda beat up and make them swear they won’t tell anyone. And grow kinda distant for a while from them, and become scared to touch them after watching them recover slowly from a distance. They don’t report this to their dad.

REFERENCE SHEET BELOW vvv

Together they go on a journey??? TO THE WEST! nah jk- but so far we haven't really written a concrete story yet, it's mostly just dealing with Dexs betrayl rn but I'll update when any changes occur!<3

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lady-eris · 10 months

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this one is a angst one :,D

how about gamma 1 & 2(separately) x dying/dead reader?

I love this ask : )

Tw: Death, angst, hinted Suicide in Gamma 2? (Like in the movie)

Gamma 1 (Dying reader-Poisoned?)

Sirens blared as he quickly rushed towards one of the rooms, the smell of smoke was evident as many of the workers here ran the opposite direction as he had. "What's the situation?" Gamma 1 asked on his coms, however he was convinced whatever it was he could handle it. He frowned at the fact, the only response was Static.

His boots slid to a stop an irritating noise following soon after. Red coloured smoke? it leaked out the room the explosion had come from. He opened the door carefully, stepping inside shutting it. Scanning the area, he picked up a life signal which had been faint.

"what happened over here- Lemon shark?!" He asked finally spotting you laying against the wall. You looked like a mess, blood dripping from your nose and mouth. Your clothes had been the opposite of clean and straighten. Wrinkled like a pugs face, and covered with chemical burns that, had managed to eat away at your clothes and began to burn your skin. The edge of your eyes had black like veins protruding from them.

"It hurts" You cried in poor agony, coughing up blood. Gamma 1 quickly shushed you, a look of pure terror on his face.

"I'm scared, You won't leave right?" You asked with a pleading tone. Gamma 1 stiffened under your grip. "No, I'll stay with you My lemon shark" Gamma 1 replied, kissing your forehead.

Gamma 2 (Dead reader-Cell fight)

He was the hero, a classic like in the comics. Powerful, heroic, loyal. like all hero's he had a love interest, that had been you. You were his calm to his storm. however like most heroes, there's always some suffering they would have to endure. and you were his suffering.

your body laid in his arms, Your head swung back. Eyes wide, unblinking. Gamma 2 screams of anguish could be heard for miles and miles. Even with the fight of Cell Max in the background, everyone could hear Gamma 2 despair as he wepted, pleading and begging for them to wake up. However no one heard his calls. His abnormally bright clothes had began to be stained with scarlet. Proof that he had been unable to save the very person he swore to protect.

His voice soon grew quiet, as he swore he'd kill the thing that had destroyed you. He'd kill Cell Max, and join you in the afterlife. He laid your body a fair distance away from the fight, hesitantly he got up placing a flower in your hand and kissing your cold lips.

He flew up in the sky, a look of wrath on his face. That thing had destroyed you, so in return he would destroy it.

#dragon ball x reader #gamma 1 x reader #gamma 2 x reader

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milks-thoughts · 1 year

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IM MAKING MORE :DD since people seemed to like my last post

this is so self-indulgent I can’t. I'm sorry if this writing is dog water

not proofread!

word count: 867

TW: death, war, apocalypse, illness, it’s bad future rottmnt we all know what’s going down

“ And it was nice “

Your hands gently shook, you looked at the smooth ground. Your lover's shell laying on the wall. your mouth opens in a small breathy intake before you sobbed.

" I knew you once, and it was nice. "

You were 16, a dumb teenager doing a science experiment on your roof. the chemical compound had exploded and colored the roof in a purple disaster. you turned and looked at your friend, his normally green face was purple like yours. a small laugh left you as you tried cleaning his face. he pushed you off and grumbled at you "C'mon! let me help- I was the one who wasn't listening to you and made the mess " Donnie just glared and you playfully shoved him a bit

" I knew your brain and your heart...and all your insides "

The first major casualty of the resistance hurt. it was a group of 30 that ended like a few ants on the sidewalk. It was a mission to infiltrate the Kraang and destroy a large portion of them. Donnie's tech had been destroyed like nothing like the titanium was just toothpicks. it had hurt him but no one said anything about it. your oh so rough hands held his face gently. he leaned into your touch and you simply sat there, letting his fears wash away. your gentle touches helped to heal his scars.

"Oh, I could tell, just with a look. what you were thinking, that's all it took "

Donnie glared after Leo, it was their fourth argument of the week and it was only Wednesday. April held CJ close to her before walking off, Mikey left in the middle again. you sighed and followed after Donnie, his prosthetic leg uncomfortably moving with each stride. his eyebrows furrowed in what one person could explain as anger. But you could see, he was scared. you all were. Cassandra died and left a child with the resistance, the apocalypse was no place for a baby after all. you caught up to your lover, his gaze softened when he turned to you. you simply held his face like all those years ago. you quickly learned to become the glue after Raph died a few months back

" you shared your secrets, and I shared mine "

He looked down and spoke to you of his plans " I'm going to plant an explosive in the Kraang base " he spoke of your mission in a few months. the resistance was charging the main Kraang base. you planned to attack Kraang Prime and hit him where it hurt. your eyes widened as he continued " the explosive will only detonate if you are within ten feet of it " your eyes widened in horror "Donatello no! " you yelled at him, already knowing what he was planning " the resistance needs this! " you felt tears brim your eyes as you sucked in a shaky breath " But I need you " the silence had never been more deafening.

" silence was comfy, without having to try "

You were going over food and other supplies, and he was fixing someone's prosthetic that had gotten stuck. Donnie, he smiled at you. It was another late night when you both struggled to fall asleep. You remembered nights like this before everything happened. Nights where you would draw, or do late-night school reports. and he worked on tech, you missed school even if it was hell. the apocalypse started right as you started college, April had convinced you to join her.

" We swapped our smiles, gifted advice "

Donnie smiled widely at you once you both figured out how to get the power working again. the resistance needed power, especially in the infirmary. He glanced at your paper afterward, you were quickly placed in charge of keeping track of food and other materials " you should also write when they'll expire " you hummed in agreement. too many times the food you have relied on has gone bad. You looked at the machine he was working on " you should grease the cogs a bit more, it's not gonna go fast enough "

" yes, I knew you once "

you tried fighting against Leo's hold as Mikey led the remaining resistance away. the plan had gone terribly and Donnie, your love, your life died for no reason. All you had left was a battleshell, his mask wrapped around one of its arms. you sobbed into its hard material. you have never felt more anguish, not even when you lost your parents.

" And it was nice "

the resistance had gotten sick with some strange illness. you were recovering from an amputated leg. April stayed at your side the whole time, they all knew you weren't going to survive. Hell, you knew you won't survive. so you held out until CJ had become a nice young man, and Mikey had such power that he could open portals, where April's hair had started to become gray. you couldn't help but let go, illness was pain, it was suffering. your eyes had become sunken in and your body was refusing food. You didn't feel as tired anymore. You blinked and saw the one person you prayed you'd see in death " I wondered when you were finally going to rest my love "

#bittersweetness #angst #rottmnt x you #rottmnt x reader #donnie x reader #rise of the tmnt movie #literally killed me #future donnie #god i hope this is tagged right

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simply-whump · 1 year

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The First Responders (소방서 옆 경찰서) - Whump List

Whumpee : Jin Ho Gae played by Kim Rae Won and Bong Do Jin played by Son Ho Jun

Synopsis : Follow the joint operations of a police force and a fire department, who together will tell a thrilling story. Fierce detective Jin Ho Gae is all about catching low-lives. While the fearless firefighter Bong Do Jin, who seems cold on the outside, is nice to those around him and he takes good care of victims. Joining the duo is Song Seol, an empathetic paramedic who heals broken hearts while treating wounds. (MDL)

Genres : Action, Thriller, Mystery, Rescue

Warning ! Possible spoilers below!

Jin Ho Gae

Ep 1 : Punching someone, restrained — Punched, knife at his throat, knife digging a bit in his neck, blasted by an explosion, unconscious (?) on the ground — Difficult fighting, kicked, punched

Ep 2 : (⚠️TW for suicide and self-harm⚠️) None

Ep 3 : Small burns on hand treated

Ep 4 : (⚠️TW for child abuse⚠️) None

Ep 5 : Putting makeup on so his face looks bruised — Knocked out — Tied up — Manages to free himself — Hurts his hand while handling chemicals — In an car (ambulance) accident, fighting, head slammed through a car window, collapses on the ground

Ep 6 : Framed for murder, handcuffed — In jail, beaten — Tripped up, restrained, rope put around his neck, beaten, stabbed — In an ambulance, bleeding, fakes having trouble breathing — On the run — Still bleeding, collapses — In pain, concern for him, wounds painfully treated

Ep 7 : In pain — Almost strangle himself while trying to reenact a murder, concern for him — Previous injuries reopen, punched several times on his wound, crying out in pain, hose wrapped around his neck, strangled, struggling, hose suddenly tightens, collapses unconscious (Gif Set) — Found, concern for him, in cardiac arrest, bleeding out, treated, chest compression, taken in the ambulance, has an other cardiac arrest, CPR, lots of concern for him, heart finally starts beating again (Gif Set) — In surgery — In a coma in the hospital, oxygen mask

Ep 8 : In the hospital, unconscious, oxygen mask, wakes up, tries to get out of bed, collapses on the ground, in pain (Gif Set), brace put on his torso — In a wheelchair — Suddenly in pain, given painkillers (a patch then a shot) — In pain, collapses, concern for him — Slapped, yelled at — Depressed

Ep 9 : None

Ep 10 : Fighting

Ep 11 : Slapped, grabbed by the collar — Stressed, anxious, metal beams almost fall on him — Fighting, almost kills the bad guy, punched by Do Jin — Angry, almost kills the bad guy again

Ep 12 : Depressed, drinking — There is an explosion in the building he just entered, the building is engulfed in flames, concern for him (Cliffhanger for the next season)

Bong Do Jin

Ep 1-4 : None

Ep 5 : Told to stop a rescue because it’s too dangerous, keeps going anyway, concern for him — In an accident while he was driving the ambulance, unconscious — (Flashback) Distressed

Ep 6 : Standing on an unstable roof, concern for him

Ep 7-9 : None

Ep 10 : Worried for his friend, blaming himself for not being able to help him

Ep 11 : Worried for someone

Ep 12 : Going from fire emergency to fire emergency, goes into a dangerous fire, exhausted, concern for him — Convinced there is an arsonist causing the fires but no one believes him — Talking about painful memories — There is an explosion in the building he just entered, the building is engulfed in flames, concern for him (Cliffhanger for the next season)

>> Whump List for season 2 made by @staydandy

>> More Whump Lists

#the first responders #whump list #asian whump #whump #kdrama #korean drama #kim rae won #son ho jun

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cryptid-ink · 11 days

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I wrote this for my college English class. I was eventually chosen out of hundreds of students to perform it live in front of an audience. It's a true story.

TW: Domestic Abuse

Seizing The Day - Destin Cramer

The day that I left Josh was the worst day I possibly could have imagined. We had been together for five torturous years. I spent most of our relationship attempting to soothe his explosive episodes. His blood would boil until his face turned pink, the vein in his forehead throbbing as venomous words would drip from his lips. Living with him for so long, I felt hopeless, especially the day I left.

That day was just like everyday that I was with him. Except, that day, we were living out of a hotel room. The walls of our previous apartment were haunted by the sounds of our screams, and the neighbors refused to put up with it any longer. We caused too much of a disturbance. So, the landlords didn’t bother renewing our lease, and we couldn’t find anywhere with our bad credit. I had been unable to work for years due to my nerve pain and PTSD. Josh had been unable to work because he was “tired.” I knew he was just lazy.

Josh, my fiancé, a 23-year-old man child, was sitting on the unmade hotel bed, sheets strewn across the room, coffee in hand. His eyes narrowed at me as he noticed my eyes open to the sunlight streaming across the small hotel room. “I couldn’t even wake you up! We missed the apartment viewing!” His voice thundered against my tired ears.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t sleep at all last night. I had to take my sleeping medication. It must have knocked me out,” I muttered, pulling my aching body up from the pristine mattress to confront the demon that haunted my every waking moment. His face held a strong resemblance to a small child who just sucked a lemon for the first time, while simultaneously looking like a constipated old man.

“Well, you should have woken up. If we can’t find a place to live now, it will be all your fault!” his voice echoed against the empty hotel walls. It seemed extra pitchy and annoying today. My service dog, Meatball, whined as he got louder. It seemed like even she agreed that he was being obnoxious today. She stared at me with her big brown eyes, begging for me to get him to shut up.

“That’s not true. And I really can’t talk about this right now. I just woke up. You could have gone without me to see the apartment,” I said desperately attempting to avoid another argument.

The day hadn’t even started yet. I dragged my feet across the old red carpet. The fabric was rough against my feet, and I was grateful for the sensation to focus on as I felt a psychogenic seizure starting. I was diagnosed with “Stress induced seizures” a few years into my relationship with him, and to this day I believe he was the cause of them. Though of course, I did have another one when I found out my favorite band, My Chemical Romance, reunited. Perhaps I should blame it on that.

“We’re going to be homeless for even longer now just because you were too lazy to wake up on time! I couldn’t have gone without you; you would have gotten upset if I left you behind!” I sighed deeply as his yelling penetrated my concentration. “I really can’t do this right now. Stop yelling at me! I just woke up and I can’t have a seizure to start my morning.” I felt the anxiety swirl in my stomach, rushing its way up my throat, threatening to choke me. Josh was very aware of my seizure condition, but that didn’t mean he was ever respectful about it.

“You can’t always use that as an excuse! You fucked up, and now we’re going to be homeless. Just apologize for not waking up on time!” His face grew more and more red. Oddly enough I remember thinking that he looked like a radish in that moment.

“Just stop screaming at me! Please, I can’t handle this right now!” I started shaking, the stress rising in my body, and I could feel it approach the threshold. My hands were unable to stay still as I poured the store-bought coffee into the paper hotel cup. I heard his screaming grow louder as the world around me started to blur into a dark cloud. I felt my legs give out beneath me, and I felt the rough texture of the floor scrape against my face.

I suddenly felt my vocal cords erupt as fear washed over me. I couldn’t control my body anymore. The tremors clenched every muscle in my body, straining all the strength I had against me, twisting me into horrific positions. I was a husk of anxiety and despair. I heard someone screaming “Please, Stop!” repeatedly. I hung onto that voice- my voice; hoping that I would come back to full consciousness when the screams ended.

Suddenly, my voice was muffled, and I felt my breathing get heavier. I tried to see out my eyes. The suffocating darkness surrounded me, as I shook uncontrollably, I was unable to catch my breath. That isn’t normal I thought to myself. I heard the door slam and the room got quiet except for my desperate sobs and gasps to get air. The seizure was straining every muscle in my body, causing an unbearable burning. I focused on the pain, and I slowly found myself climbing back into my body. I felt the feeling of control return to my stomach, then my legs, then arms, and eventually my hands. Desperate for air, I reached up to my face attempting to push whatever it was out of the way. My hands connected with something soft. It was a pillow. He had put a pillow on my face in the middle of my seizure.

Shaky and exhausted, I pulled my phone out of my pocket only to discover that it was wet from the coffee I spilled. I wiped my hands and phone off on my pants and quickly told my friends what had happened. My fingers mistyped as I shook, still feeling off I texted on our group discord “He put a pillow on my face while I was having a seizure.”

I ran into the white hotel bathroom and turned the shower on to drown out my voice. I hopped in the video chat section as I pressed my back against the door, just in case Josh came back. I cried as quietly as possible as I waited for them to answer. What felt like an hour passed until my friends’ voices broke through the noise of the shower and my sobs.

“You’re going to move in with me, and you don’t have a choice,” My redheaded best friend, Julia, said sternly. Julia was my closest friend in the group chat, and she lived only 3 hours from me in San Diego.

“What? I can’t do that on my own. I have nothing. I have no money, bad credit- I mean, Josh has access to all my bank accounts!” I said, panic oozing from my voice.

Morgan interjected, “Don’t worry about that- I’ll take care of it. You just need to break up with Josh and get in the uber that I order,” I could see her wispy brown hair in a messy bun as a cigarette dangled from her worried scowl. She was the “mother” of the group, constantly giving us stern advice, but always from a loving place.

“I’m scared- he won’t let me leave if I just say that I’m going to Julia’s.” Tears filled my eyes

“Goddamn it Destin,” Morgan raised her voice, “you can’t stay there, he could have killed you! If you don’t leave today, I will fly out there and pull you out by your hair!”

She was right, if I stayed something like this was bound to happen again. How many injuries from these “accidents” could my body really sustain? I was falling apart already. It was only a matter of time before he killed me and blamed it on my mental illness. How close was he really to smothering me with that pillow? I didn’t want to stay and find out.

“Okay, can you guys stay on the phone with me while I leave?” I sobbed softly, whispering in case Josh was close. “Of course, lets just go get your stuff.” Julia pushed.

I opened the door to the dimly lit hotel room. I sighed and pet my cats, knowing that this would be the last I saw of them. I had gotten them with Josh, but I knew Julia was allergic. Mama purred against my hand, not knowing my fate. I was going to leave this time. I didn’t know what the future had in store for me, but it had to be better than whatever level of hell this was.

Suddenly, I heard a knock on the door and my breath hitched. It was him, it had to be. He must have forgotten his key again. Idiot, I thought as I brought my phone with my friends anxiously waiting on the other line. I held the phone between me and the door like a shield. I opened it to see Josh’s smiling face holding two plates of food. “Honey, I think you need to relax, I got you some food, and tonight I wanted to take you on a really nice date.” His sickly-sweet voice rang out against the tension in the air.

My eyes narrowed into daggers as I realized what he was doing. He was attempting to get me to forget what just happened using bribery. I opened the door for him to come in.

“Actually, I’m not feeling well. I don’t want to go out tonight, and I need to talk to you about what just happened.” He looked at my phone as I spoke, noticing our audience.

“Yeah, we can talk, but I don’t want your friends listening.”

“I want them on the phone for this…” my voice quivered, along with my confidence. “What’s going on?” His voice darkened as he realized the seriousness of the situation.

There was a long pause as I drew my breath. The tension hung in the air like knives.

“I’m breaking up with you. I’m taking the dog and I’m moving in with Julia.” I stated bluntly. I didn’t care if I hurt him anymore. I was tired. This relationship was a dead limb, rotting on my body as I struggled and begged it to come back to life. It needed to be amputated and I was now my own surgeon. His screams broke my realization

“How could you do this to me? We’re a family! We’re supposed to be together no matter what! You can’t take Meatball!”

“Today you put a pillow on my face during a seizure. Last year you gave me multiple concussions. This was the final straw.” I stated, ice in my voice as I shoved random articles of clothing in my bag. He grabbed my phone out of my hand, screaming profanities as he attempted to stop me from packing. Usually I’d be scared, but that day, with my friends backing me up I knew I’d be okay.

“Let me go Josh, or my friends will call the police.” I pushed past him, grabbing my phone out of his hand as he attempted to fight me off, now only halfheartedly as he realized that I was serious this time. I pulled Meatball along behind me. Without missing a beat, she followed, wagging her tail as we left the monster behind. I cried violently as I ran out the door, dragging my few belongings with me. I felt a wave of grief wash over me as I shoved myself and Meatball into the back of the black tesla that waited for me outside of the hotel. Meatball licked my hands, attempting to calm me down as we left the hotel behind, her blocky head nudging into my legs the whole ride. We drove across the barren southern California landscape for three hours and I allowed the emptiness of the scenery to fill me with a sense of relief and terror as I realized this was the beginning of an entirely new life.

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torchiiko · 16 days

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hello to the 3 ppl that care abt my ocs do u wants to hear abt my mafia sona magnolia?? yes you do :)

i dont think anyone outside of the au is keeping up with any of it So: my good mutual saytrrose put together a mafia au with their mutuals as the members & i, magnolia, was assigned the role of housekeeper, tasked with household chores like cooking & cleaning in exchange for the mobs protection!

magnolia has since been developed! theyve been given some backstory & made Way Cooler teehee!!

backstory

(tw for toxic/abusive relationship, feel free to skip ahead to the 4th bullet point)

magnolia had an ex-boyfriend in their previous life, one who himself had ties to a different mob. he only revealed this deep into their relationship despite magnolia having noticed his suspicious behavior much earlier

she didnt want any part of that, so she attempted to leave the relationship, very unsuccessfully. her ex felt entitled to her after the time theyd spent together & used his connections to threaten her into staying with him

this "betrayal" of magnolia wanting to leave set him off & he got worse over time. he became more controlling, degrading, threatening. things escalated to the point he became physical one night, & magnolia retaliated

she ended up hospitalizing him via blunt force blow to the head. she went on the run that night, knowing if the cops didnt come after her, his gang surely would. she moved from place to place, avoiding being tracked the best she could

she was eventually found, however, & there was a classic alleyway altercation. magnolia isnt the strongest, physically, but life-or-death adrenaline comes in handy! using the very knife they had just been stabbed with, magnolia kills her attacker & goes back on the run

...until a sheep named rose catches wind of them, that is. rose of course keeps tabs on her rivals, & she was intrigued to find out the same person responsible for incapacitating one member months ago had just killed another. perhaps this person would be useful?

magnolia, seeking shelter & security above all else, and lacking in sheer strength or particular skills, gladly (if a bit hesitantly) takes roses offer. simple chore work in exchange for criminal protection? shed be stupid not to agree

mob life + personality

magnolia has her work cut out for her tho! keeping the whole base clean isnt easy when many of the members are Messy, to say the Least. blood, chemicals, explosions, milk?? endless stress on a daily basis

it takes them a while to settle in, not yet used to being safe again. as safe as one can feel when the boss's bodyguard is always baring his teeth at them, anyway. magnolia has their own room, their true safe haven & not a single soul (except for rose, of course) is allowed inside

their time on the run has made them paranoid. always on high alert, always aware of whats going on around them. any potential threat sends them into fight or flight. particularly stressed out by the bodyguard, magnolia keeps a gun on their person at all times, primarily for self-defense. the gun is concealed under their maid dress, holstered to their thigh

additionally, her self preservation instinct is quite high! she avoids doing things that could put her in danger, in any sense of the word. she hates being at a disadvantage, avoids conflict whenever possible. she tends not to speak much

this quietness of hers allows her to fade into the background very well. the others pay her no mind during her daily duties, & as such she picks up on lots of things. she isnt attempting to be sneaky but makes no effort to make her presence known, she simply comes & goes as she completes her tasks. how much does she know...?

magnolia does her best to be polite, cordial, even friendly with her fellow flowers! but she keeps them at arms length. she often withholds information abt herself even when asked, giving short, vague answers before redirecting the question to someone else. she knows how powerful information can be, after all

not to say she isnt friends with the others, or doesnt care for them! no, she cares far more than she ever thought she would. this group is the reason shes safe. thru observing everyone & learning abt them, thru her interactions with them, however brief, she feels connected to them. as much as she initially thought she could turn on everyone to save herself, she would now do anything to keep them as safe as theyve kept her

loyal to rose above all, tho, as rose has the final say in who gets to stay within the garden. magnolia will do anything rose says, will go out of their way to stay useful for the sake of survival. magnolia would work themself to the bone if it meant making sure theyre in roses good books. they would kill if rose asked. they would kill even if she didnt :)

misc facts

magnolia shows favoritism by cooking certain ppl their fav foods more often! the bodyguard, who bullies her constantly, has to make his own meals

on a related note, theyll make smth special on everyones birthdays! usually a cake or dessert of the birthday persons choice :) even the bodyguard gets a treat, if he behaves

magnolia was very hesitant to let herself feel secure in the mafias base. she originally kept her room quite bare, distraught at having to throw her old life away so suddenly. she didnt want to get too attached

nowadays her room is adorned with lots of little knickknacks & plushies, filled with things she enjoys & holds dear. it helps her unwind every night

sharpshooter who can draw her gun startlingly fast! a force to be reckoned with, should the situation come down to it

magnolia bonds with some of the others over the stress the bodyguard causes them. i like to think they have a little club where they rant to each other fairly often,,,

every so often a sneaky outsider will make their way into the base when they think the coast is clear, only for magnolia to stand in their way. she has plenty of expertise in cleaning up blood & can do so very efficiently! her body count is much higher than anyone knows,,

i think maybe once a month magnolia takes a full day off from her duties. she is entirely inaccessible for the day & gets right back to work the next morning as if nothing ever happened

#aheem aheem big magnolia post #essentially just a compilation of info from various sources such as The Server & My Brain #torch chatter #oc stuff #nightingale garden au

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knockknoxwho · 29 days

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Wasps

(This one is a bit of a cop out I won’t lie, but it does make sense as far as many wasps behaviors and such. Also I think if I sized them up or made them any more angry, all humans, animals, and structures would cease to exist in a very bloody massacre). The wasp is a very dangerous species in this world. As with many species they reside in the ground, but instead of having underground nests this mutated version has a habit of burrowing in groups then falling into a deep hibernation just feet away from each other.

Seasonal habits

This species—unlike others—responded to the lack of energy via a long hibernation to sustain its life and slowly mend its body. This hibernation lasts for most of the year (from spring to the beginning of winter). The campaign begins in March at the beginning of spring, so they won’t encounter this bug until they either wake it up very rudely or it wakes up on its own. The species awakes in this cycle in order to avoid being frozen into the ground.

Mutations

These not-so-little creatures have grown to a decent size of 2 feet in length, and attached to their rather bombastic stingers is now a bomb. More accurately it is a couple of fluid sacs in which lies two chemicals. These two spontaneously react in a very explosive way when mixed. The wasps now removable and barbed stinger has been attached to tissue which, when ripped out also tears the two sacs which are pushed together and create a Grenade-like explosion that propels the stinger through whatever danger it attacked. This ends up pushing a new hole into the attacker as well as heavy explosive damage and chemical burns.

Misc.

The combination of these factors create biotic minefields around the plain patches of the town and the hill country surrounding it, making new hazards and issues for the players to navigate and consider. As well as a very powerful makeshift explosive device that can be crafted once gangs and militias have stolen the military supplies from surrounding stores. A resource which provides high risk as well as high reward.

As a reproduction method wasps also use their explosion to spread the fungus’s spores, as well as giving their own eggs the chance to feed on their own and their prey’s body once hatching.

(Tw death)

My friend and I went out to the old field next to the Amazon center. We were planning on scraping out the last of the goods it could supply, but everything went so, so wrong. We started off our journey over by the highway. Snuck down and made sure to keep out of sight from the crow scouts and vultures. In full camo and burning up in the underbrush, but we persevered. It was just outside the chain fence. When we crossed over the field filled with a bunch of these little dirt mounds. I crossed over first, fast and silent, I gestured for my buddy to come too. But just when he was running through, I saw him slam down on one of those mounds. It didn’t take it too kindly, and burst up from under the ground. Its antenna seemed to be broken and it was furious. I couldn’t even yell out to him before I saw its stinger push through his chest. As he fell to his knees the damned thing exploded. Chunks of him went flying, and the stinger shot through my arm. Luckily I had a med bag, so I got out, but I’ll never forget how gruesome that Yellowjacket left him. I made sure to never go out near those mounds again.

#writing #pseudoscience #suggestions welcome #writing project #world building #worldbuilding #slightly graphic #animals #mutations #more coming soon #wasp #wasps #ttrpg #ttrpg campaign #gurps #fungi #explosive #tw death #short story

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serickswrites · 3 months

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Whump One Shots VI

Island in the Sun--TW: captivity, restraints, torture

Lather, Rinse, Repeat--TW: captivity, torture, manipulation, restraints, brainwashing, wounds, infection, failed rescue

Elf on the Shelf--TW: kidnapping, restraints, gag, threat of torture, blood, wounds, stabbing, unconsciousness, used as bait, rescue, hospital

This Life--TW: captivity, restraints, torture, touch-starved

Corner--TW: pursuit, threat of violence, kidnapping

Voices--TW: captivity, torture, restraints, blood, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, hallucinations

Things We Lost--TW: referenced captivity, referenced head injury, fire, nightmares, chronic pain, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, hurt/comfort

Before I Sleep--TW: kidnapping, implied torture

Little Thing--TW: captivity, chemical restraints, drugging, implied noncon, creepy/intimate whumper

Shake It Off--TW: captivity, restraints, choking, seizures, forced to watch, torture, poison

Take a Bullet--TW: captivity, torture, restraints, rescue, gun, gun fire, gunshot, blood, bloody nose, mcd, hurt/no comfort, survivor's guilt

Sorry I've Been Gone--TW: captivity, torture, restraints, video recording, forced to watch, begging, crying, knife, stabbing, stab wound, blood, wounds, bleeding out, collapse, unconsciousness, hospital, bedside vigil

Help Me--TW: captivity, torture, restraints, head injury, blood, bleeding from the mouth, unconsciousness, rescue, unclear character status

From a Whisper--TW: hostage situation, torture, captivity, emotional manipulation, self sacrifice, bruises, broken bones, blood, wounds, strangulation, choking, unconsciousness

Make It Stop--TW: captivity, restraints, torture, cruel whumper

Caretaker is whumper request--TW: injury, head injury, unconsciousness, implied captivity

Grim Reaper--TW: nightmares, referenced trauma, implied captivity, implied drugging, unclear character status

You're Awake--TW: captivity, torture, restraints, unconsciousness, blood, blood loss, rescue, caretaker and whumpee

I'm Fine--TW: captivity, torture, restraints, blood, bloody nose, bruises, rescue

Heaven Don't Cry--TW: guns, gunfire, blood, gunshot, wound, unconsciousness, unclear character status, caretaker and whumpee

Believe in Me--TW: captivity, restraints, torture, bruises, blood, rescue, unconsciousness, caretaker and whumpee, hurt/aftermath

Not Listening--TW: captivity, restraints, torture, gag, video recording, knife, blood, threat of death

Helplessly--TW: blood, bleeding, wounds, unconsciousness, temporary character death, cpr, stabbing, stab wound, caretaker and whumpee

Bite Down--TW: field med, blood, wounds, crossbow, crossbow bolt, gore, unconsciousness

Obey--TW: captivity, torture, restraints, asphyxiation

Rope--TW: referenced captivity, referenced torture (unspecified), catatonia, blood, scrapes, hurt/aftermath

Vampire whumper request--TW: hypnosis, hypnotism, biting, blood, vampire

Why Won't It Stop--TW: explosion, head injury, blood, bloody nose, unconsciousness

Stop Talking--TW: captivity, torture, restraints, forced to watch, blood, stabbing, bleeding out, mcd, hurt/no comfort

Whumper lies to Caretaker request--TW: captivity, restraints, torture, physical violence, bruises, broken bones, deception, unconsciousness, rescue

Semi--TW: explosion, fire, head injury, blood

Between the Sheets--TW: captivity, torture, restraints, blood, mcd, hurt/no comfort

Tattered and Torn--TW: captivity, restraints, torture, wound, infection, infected wound, caretaking performed by whumper

Baby Come Back--TW: death, temporary character death, captivity, torture, drowning, revival, rescue

These Arms of Mine--TW: referenced captivity, referenced torture, hospital, nightmares, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, hurt/comfort, caretaker and whumpee

Truth--TW: captivity, torture, restraints, physical violence, bruises, truth serum, drugging, noncon drug use, video recording, hostage sitaution

Meant to Be--TW: gun, gunshot, gunfire, gunshot wound, blood, bleeding out, mcd, hurt/no comfort

I Care--TW: captivity, physical violence, restraints, drugging, creepy/intimate whumper, yandere, suicide, faked suicide, fake blood, presumed dead

Allowed--TW: captivity, torture, restraints, forced to watch, drowning, infection, rescue, mcd, hurt/no comfort

The Unforgiven--TW: betrayal, head injury, stranded

The Point--TW: kidnapping, restraints, threat of torture

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Monthly Follower Recs

Monthly follower recommendations for the month of June, 2022

Amity (ao3) - thattumblrchick

Summary: For as long as he could remember, Dan Howell has had a personality more fragile than the flowers he pressed. After meeting Phil Lester- an explosion of a human being living in an explosion of a house- he learns that life should make you feel more than just complacency.

21 thoughts I had today (ao3) - jestbee

Summary: Dan doesn't have a voice in his head.

It's just a malfunction, a lack of one thing or another in a complex series of firing synapses and chemicals, but it always sounds like words.

Believe in Me (ao3) - Elleberquist6

Summary: Dan Howell is living at home while he’s saving money for college, which isn’t easy since his parents don’t understand him. Unlike them, he loves dogs, is a vegetarian, has no interest in the family business, and he despises the supernatural. He struggles to accept things that are illogical, even though he is a kitsune. Kitsune are foxes whose powers involve the ability to cast illusions, but Dan just wants to be normal. Phil Lester has just moved to London, where he works as a dog walker. When his path crosses with Dan, Phil is eager to get to know him. Unfortunately, Phil soon finds that being friends with Dan is far more complicated than he could have imagined.

Bury Your Flame - botanistlester

Summary: (tw) After receiving a dragon egg when his grandfather passed away, Phil is forced to ask for help from the local dragon tamer. As he soon finds out, Dan Howell is nothing he’s been expecting. Infuriating, ludicrous, and completely lacking respect, Dan is everything Phil hates. But Phil will do anything to make his grandfather proud, even if that means getting help from the local cluck.

different eyes to see the same old things (ao3) - chickenfree

Summary: “Other side of the seesaw?” he says, when Phil’s still quiet. It doesn’t seem like a talking night, as much as Dan wants it to be.

Knew I'd Find You Again || ospbb 2022 anastasia au (ao3) - AnironSidh

Summary: In the twilight of the Russian Empire, the younger son of Czar Nigel Lestov finds an unlikely friend in a kitchen boy with a very different past. Philip Lestov has no idea what is to come, this future with his new friend stretching out as far as he can see, and Daniel Howlov gets a glimpse at a world so far from his own. Ten years later, the czar and his wife are dead and their older son is left to live with his grandmother in Paris; far from the new regime that wants the Lestovs dead. The young tsarevich Philip has gone missing while rumors fly of his survival. The dowager Empress has offered a reward, ten million rubles for her beloved grandsons return, a reward that does not go unnoticed by now conman Daniel Howlov and his close friend, former Duchess Cornelia. When they come across a man with no memories and a resemblance to the prince, the two hatch a plan. Followed closely by Kolya Petrov, an officer set on completing his fathers mission, and the mystic Rasputin, who wants nothing more than the death of the last Lestovs, they must journey to Paris with their fake prince. Instead of a reward, they find something much more unexpected waiting for them. Dan counted on a way out, not falling in love.

I Want It, I Got It (ao3) - Yiffandquiff (paradisobound)

Summary: Phil Lester was a worker for the BBC in London. Working in the advertising department, he was content being alongside his friend and fellow coworker PJ during every shift. However, the BBC is temporarily being used as a film set for a new movie starring Hollywood ‘It’ star, Daniel Howell. Being stuck as an extra on the set, Phil finds it’s hard to ignore the famous star. And maybe, just maybe, Dan finds it hard to ignore Phil as well.

one of those days (ao3) - nivi_chip

Summary: Phil has a dizzy spell and Dan takes care of him.

Or, Dan is the man with the plan (rip the stereo shows imy)

strike a deal, kiss my lips (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Witches were the only magical beings capable of binding and controlling demons. It required a complicated ritual and crazy amounts of magic.

It happening on accident was practically unheard of until Phil came along and got tangled up with a snarky and dangerous demon named Dan. Suddenly bound together, Phil must grapple with control over a chaotic demon that wants to strip the skin from his bones.

And maybe strip the clothes off of his body as well.

we could never (ao3) - danielshands

Summary: Dan navigates the world while also contemplating coming out.

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SUMMARY: Billy has a new best friend. Pete has the ear of the nation. Both turn out to come with side benefits. TW: slurs, swearing, heartbreak, sexual refs.

(This draft is still missing a scene of Pete's radio show which I will add in a future update. I've been sitting on this chapter for months, want to get it out.)

"This entire decade…" Pete White declared into his microphone, "…was a mistake."

The trailer didn’t technically have an address so it couldn’t get mail. It wasn’t really a legal residence, just some unclaimed desert land near a disused highway. They had a PO Box at the post office in the nearest town. It provided a bit of legal insulation, since they bought dangerous chemicals, explosives, and bizarre medical equipment from mail order catalogs regularly. Billy felt relieved his mother didn’t know exactly where they lived to prevent any “pop in” visits. Picking up the mail was one of Pete's few chores; the PO box was way too high for Billy to open.

They informally divided their household labor without ever discussing it. Billy did most of the food shopping since White regularly forgot to eat if he wasn’t reminded. It meant most of their meals came from the bottom three shelves of the supermarket but Billy also bought produce from fruit vendors on sidewalks or brought restaurant leftovers from his dishwashing job. Pete’s tasks were driving the scooter and getting the mail; that was sort of the upper limit of responsibility he could be trusted with.

Pete didn’t even take off his crash helmet and goggles before entering the post office. This was a strictly get-in/get-the-stuff/get-out operation. Then he could go home to be with his records and his game consoles and his TV and not have to deal with sunlight or people.

↓ story gets more interesting below the fold ↓

PETE the WHITE HAS A POSSE (con't)

Going out in daylight was such a pain and nightlife in the suburbs was nonexistent. Pete hated leaving the trailer unless he absolutely had to. He went to work in the morning and came home in the evening if for no other reason that Billy demanded he be dropped off and picked up at his job on the way and he was the only one who could drive (or see over the handlebars of the scooter) so he ferried both of them around.

When did he become such a homebody? He used to be cool and party all night. Must be a sign of getting old. He was already 30. Gahd, when did that happen?

“Mr. White,” a hoarse voice said behind him.

White whipped around with his back to the boxes, eye to the exit if he had to make a quick escape.

“Mr. White. From the radio? White Nation?” a scrawny young guy with spiky hair asked, unsure of himself.

Pete nodded, he had his scarf wrapped tightly around his mouth. With the helmet, goggles, driving gloves and long-sleeved jacket, so little of him was exposed that he could have been anyone.

“We knew this was the PO Box you said on the air so we just waited until you came by so’s we could meet you in person.”

“We?” Pete asked.

“Hey, Martin. It’s really him. We got him.”

A much older man on a mobility scooter approached, long curly gray hair fell to his shoulders under a bucket hat and he was draped in a piano key scarf. He wore tinted glasses and had the down-turned rubbery lips of an irate trout demanding to speak to the manager.

“We did a stake out,“ the chicken-like man said proudly before realizing how that came-off, “But… but.. Not for bad reasons— we’re friends! Friends of the show. Friends of what you’re putting out there, right?”

The chicken-man turned to the man on the mobility scooter for confirmation. He grunted in affirmation.

“Oh, ok,” Pete lowered his guard slightly, “Glad you fellas like the show. Keep listening.”

“We support you.”

“Cool.”

“We like what you have to say.”

“Awesome..." Pete delicately tried to indicate this conversational exchange had run its course, "I’m gonna get my mail now.”

“We… we want to spread your message.”

His back to the fans, nose buried in the PO Box, “Always great to know people are still digging the music.”

The scrawny chicken man exchanged a glance with the old man on the mobility scooter.

“It’s garbage,” croaked the old man in a pompous voice, “Barely tolerable warbling of castrated effeminate half-men.”

“It’s not that bad," admonished the chicken-y man, “I mean, some of it’s ok, I guess. We listen for what you have to say more.”

Pete turned back with a puzzled look (not that the goggles revealed much of his expression), “You like what I have to say? Those bullshit rants?”

They nodded.

The chicken-y man approached him nervously as he reached into his fanny pack, “You don’t sell gold or survival food or have a place to pledge a donation like the other radio shows so we didn’t know how else to support the station.” He thrust a manila envelope and thrust it into Pete’s hand and then jumped back like he had lit a fuse, "Just… take it. Use it to reach more people. A lot of guys like us need someone to tell us what to do.”

Pete cautiously opened the envelope with one finger, peeked inside to see a stack of folded twenties. He looked up and the two were already gone.

He turned back to the PO Box and pushed Billy's boxes from eBay aside, pulling out a stack of envelopes addressed to WHITE NATION. He slit it open with his pinky nail and a crisp sawbuck fell out. The next one had five Lincolns. Tens and fives. One even had a 50. He never asked for money on air, just bitched about his lack of it but made it sound like a noble cause. Ever-popular again with dough to prove it.

YOUR STUPID MINDS! STUPID STUPID!

Billy did his usual post-work loop of Video Madness after work. He already knew what they had but he still liked to update his ‘to watch' list.

An old black and white movie was playing on the display monitors around the store but unusually Alison's attention seemed glued to it. She finally noticed Billy as he approached the check-out desk with his tapes.

"Hey, you're still wearing my glasses!" She looked happily surprised. She was donning some uncharacteristically understated wire-framed ovals herself.

"Yeah, I like them," Billy admitted, "I feel like some kind of cool jazz musician or 1950s intellectual like—"

"Allan Sherman?"

"I was thinking more like Dave Brubeck or Jean-Paul Sartre, not the singer of Hello Muddah Hello Faddah , but... sure."

The store was totally empty. Billy poked through the pile of returns on her desk but her gaze was already locked back on the store monitors.

"I recognize it now! Plan Nine from Outer Space!" Billy said, "The current holder of the ‘Worst Movie Ever Made' title."

"It's a pretty junior varsity pick from the cult cinema canon but I was just re-reading Nightmare of Ecstasy and felt like seeing it again, y'know,"

"Did you know Bela Lugosi died in the middle of filming? That's why he has his cape over his face the whole movie– it's a different guy."

"He died before filming even started," Alison corrected, "Ed Wood shot two reels in front of Tor Johnson's house to use for two future projects."

"I read that Tim Burton is making a biopic. We totally have to see it when it comes out," Billy said enthusiastically.

"Bela was replaced by Wood's girlfriend's chiropractor. Ed Wood claimed he had identical ears to Bela Lugosi. Never mind the guy was, like, a foot taller than him," She smiled at the shop TV, "the whole movie is just a compounding pile of bad ideas. "

She gazed up at the screen like anyone else would look at a newborn baby in an iron lung— simultaneously awestruck, protective and about to cry. Her pupils were wide but moved rapidly, studying the scene. Her guard was down, no smirking or sarcastic defense. She wasn't judging it or mocking it or feeling superior to what was universally agreed to be poorly-written, slapdash, boring, stupid movie, but loving it for its flaws.

"Did you know how Ed Wood got the money to make Plan 9 ?" Alison asked and then turned to Billy with a crooked smile, "He got The First Baptist Church of Beverly Hills to bankroll it for if the cast got baptized. Then they made him change the title from Graverobbers from Outer Space to Plan 9 from Outer Space. That's insane, right?"

Billy's heart nearly stopped as it dawned on him what she was doing.

"And this shower curtain on the alien ship here," she pointed at the screen, "It's in the movie two other places: once in front of a bomb and once, well, just in a shower."

A True Quizboy gives trivia not to show off but to show affection. He mines out interesting information and shares it to say "Look what I've found to entertain you. To out-quizboy a quizboy is to answer back in his own language of love. Billy couldn't deny it anymore. It wasn't just a friendship on his end. Even if it was illegal, immoral or just creepy, Billy was head over heels in love with the teenage girl who worked at the video store.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed he was staring at her. She looked over the edge of her glasses sternly and flipped him the bird before leaning forward to watch the rest of The Worst Movie Ever Made™.

Saturday morning, the Angel of Death Wagon pulled onto the gravel shoulder and honked twice.

"Billy's still in the shower," Pete White shouted while leaning out the door, holding a blanket over his head to deflect daylight. He waved her closer.

"We stayed up really late and he kinda overslept," White continued at a more civilized volume as Alison got out of the car. As she got closer she could see the hangover written all over his face as he held the door open for her.

"What a libertine," Alison muttered in monotone, stepping into the trailer for the first time. It felt like an intrusion and she was sure Billy would not be happy she was in his home, but the inside of her car was boiling. She wasn't waiting out in the desert sun.

"Want some coffee," White raised his mug, "Or, wait, do teenagers even drink coffee?"

"I'm good," she said, "Thanks... um... White."

"Call me ‘Pete,' please. ‘‘White' is Billy's thing. He couldn't clear the jump from ‘Mr. White' to ‘Pete' and got stuck halfway," White (or rather, Pete) explained.

Alison stepped further into the room, looking around. Her mouth seemed to be permanently set in an expression that read alternately as bored, annoyed or a sarcastic smile depending on the angle you saw her from. She pulled an asthma inhaler from her lunchbox purse, shook it and did a hit— a physical criticism of their slapdash house-cleaning skills.

"I don't like girls calling me by my last name. It feels too gym teacher-ish," Pete explained as he swallowed two aspirin with his coffee.

She wore spiked bracelets, a flowery mini-dress mostly covered in a ratty cardigan, and tights with runs under knee-high combat boots. Her patchy colored dye job was pulled up in pigtails with loose strands hanging over her eyes. Pete could dig the vibe, that whole "Tank Girl meets kinderwhore" look, but still gave her the hairy eyeball as the she-harpy destined to sooner-or-later break the heart his innocent best friend. But it's not like he wasn't going to be polite to a guest in his home.

"This is way nicer than I thought it would be," Alison without emotion, unclear whether she was speaking sarcastically, as she picked a pillow off the floor and placed it back on the plaid sofa. The room didn't smell too bad and was reasonably clean, but stuffed with far more random junk that the trailer was ever designed to hold.

"Yeah, it's not bad. Plus, no rent," Pete said while punching a Streets of Rage 3 cartridge into the Sega Genesis. He offered a controller to Alison, "Do you wanna beat up some bad dudes?"

She considered it while looking off to what she assumed was a bedroom door for any indication of Billy's time of arrival.

"Yeah, I guess," she said as sat on the built-in couch next to him and half-heartedly clicked the controller.

"Where are you kids off to?"

"Flea market," Alison said,"then a movie."

"Wicked. Ever find any records at the flea market?"

"Some, but it's mostly ‘80s garbage."

"Ouch. That's my era you're insultin' there, lady," White reacted, seizing his heart mock-wounded, "Back when I was still deejaying on the radio."

"On the radio, huh?"

"I started in college radio. Then I went pro out in Los Angeles spinning New Wave Synthpop. Late Glam through New Romantic."

"Lame," Alison dismissed, "John Hughes soft boy crap."

The door to the bedroom slid open. Billy walked out. "White? Have you seen where I left my Hush Puppies? I—" he noticed Alison and White side by side on the sofa.

"I dunno, pally. Did ya check—" Pete was cut off by Billy whizzing past to grab Alison by the arm to drag her back to the car.

"Nice meeting you... um... Pete," Alison managed to blurt out in the midst of being rushed out by a waist-high orange cyclone.

Buckling into the driver's seat, Alison paused and let out a breath, "Y'know, up close your roommate is really good-looking."

"If you're a sell out maybe," Billy snarled, fiddling with the car stereo and getting nothing, "If you're turned on by talcum powder and Reaganomics."

Alison teased, "Awww. The Little Mermaid is jealous."

"I mean, if you're shallow enough to be distracted by proportionate head-to-body-mass I can see ‘being into' someone like him, I guess," Billy spat with disgust.

Alison frowned, "Touchy touchy."

"Well, the joke's on you! He's probably gay. And he's, like, really, really old. He's basically as old as your dad," Billy pouted, "... and he does drugs."

Alison just snickered to herself and mumbled in her best stab at a Peteic accent, "Whatevah."

Billy's face felt hot; he didn't even know why he was so angry. He had never spoken ill of his best friend before but Alison wasn't allowed to like White. She was his friend. She definitely shouldn't like White more than she liked him.

Billy felt the pain of a thousand daggers stabbing his chest – The Ever-Popular Pete White, without even meaning to, had stolen the only girl he had ever loved.

JE POURRAIS ME PERDRE DANS CE BROUILLARD

Their end of Colorado had a couple of big sprawling multiplexes for all your big, loud, stupid action/dinosaur/superheroes-with-nipples needs but the arty indie films from New York and the film festivals never played there. There was an indie film revolution happening and suburban suckers like them still had to see fart comedies and thrillers than were 90% explosions; so unfair.

Alison got a tip from a customer that a couple from State University had opened an “art house screening room” for independent films that otherwise would be impossible to find, even on video. It was an long drive, but it seemed like an adventure.They drove on the highway past sandy nothingness heading for the northern suburbs. Just desert and scrub and rocks, sometimes going up, sometimes going down.The only excitement was when they passed a gas station once in a while.

“I’ve always wanted to go on a cross-country road trip,” Alison considered, “Drive from here to Graceland or something. Hit all the dumb roadside attractions like the biggest ball of twine in Minnesota.”

“Hmmm,” Billy mumbled noncommittally. He was sulking.

“Hey, let’s go on a road trip to Graceland and see the toilet Elvis died on,” Alison suggested, but Billy was lost in his own head.

The entire flea market trip was oddly tense, Billy’s mind kept creating images of his chalky roommate sweeping Alison off her feet. It looked like scenes from Labyrinth but with Pete in the David Bowie role, ballroom dancing in soft focus with Alison while he couldn't be anything but some ugly muppet wiggling his arms on the sidelines. Billy knew he was being paranoid but it gave him someone to be mad at instead of stewing in his own feelings. Despite the epic battle raging inside his mind, Alison remained oblivious.

“Great. Mom’s new billboard went up,” Alison finally broke the awkward silence as the giant sign appeared over the horizon and grew larger as they approached: a power-suited middle-aged woman holding up two thumbs and displaying a rictus grin that seemed more like an animal threat-display to the viewer than anything like a normal human expression of happiness.

"TWINKLE KAHAN, REALTOR. #1 Central Colorado Springs. I sell your house! You buy your dream! ” Billy read, unsure of the orthographic nightmare, “Your mother’s name is ‘Twinkle’ ?!”

“Her professional name. She thought it sounded ‘the most American,’” Alison said with an eye roll, “Colorado wasn’t ready for Bùi Thị Xuân Kahan to 'sell their house and buy their dream number one realtor' bla bla bla...”

“These ads are everywhere,” Billy said, “I never actually read the name before. Twinkle? Twinkle.”

“The billboards pretty bad but at least she stopped doing radio spots,” Alison said, “Every shithead at my school shouting their 'me-rikee G.I. suckee suckee' impression at me. Retards.”

“I can see that getting old fast,” Billy sympathized even if he was more ignored than bullied in high school. He was only nine as a Freshman. What psychopath would bully a nine-year-old? He got stepped on in the hallway a lot, though.

“I don’t need my own mother supplying ammunition for slope-browed shitheads to use against me. OF COURSE she didn’t care. She said that proved the ads were effective.”

She reached over to manually flip the cassette tape. The billboard disappeared behind them in the distance. She pulled another cigarette from her pocket.

“She doesn’t understand the American luxury of ‘embarrassment,’ Anything short of helicopters dropping napalm on your village can be walked off in her mind”

“DJ Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince said it best: 'Parents just don’t understand.'”

The Angel of Death Wagon sputtered and coughed as they did a rolling stop in front of the address. It didn’t look like a movie theater, but after driving forever they had to go in.

Up two flights of stairs was a half-lit open lobby with a small hand-painted sign– CINEMA PURGATORIO. They walked down a short hallway lined with pinned posters for coming (or going?) attractions— Living in Oblivion, Spalding Gray’s Anatomy, Spanking the Monkey — to the single theater on the other side of a crushed velvet curtain.

“I think,” Alison muttered conspiratorially, “this might just be a person’s apartment that they’re pretending is a movie theater.”

“We’re dealing with..." Billy glanced around furtively, "zoning scofflaws?” Alison bit her lip to stifle the audible laugh and Billy melted internally. He was devolving into a big gooey pudding minute by minute but he had to keep it together. Stay cool and ironic, right? Alison pointed to a pair of seats in the middle of a row.

As cramped as the apartment-cum-screening room was, it was noticeably empty. One old man at the front. Another couple near the back. There couldn’t have been more than 50 seats in the room and not one matched any of the others. All of the furniture and decoration looked like it had been rescued from a dumpster or demolition site. Like a series of actual movie theaters had all exploded and the owners had squirreled away anything that wasn’t incinerated to ash to furnish this place. The room even smelled like smoke, but they both smoked a pack of cigarettes on the drive so everything smelled like smoke to them.

The room was quiet. You could hear a pin drop and they waited for the film to start.

“What’s that high-pitched whine,” Alison asked.

“What?”

“It’s like a tinny electronic buzz.”

“I can’t hear anything.”

“It sounds like someone zooming-in constantly with a camera.”

“Oh, I think that’s me,” Billy raised his mechanical hand, “I’m fidgeting.”

“Well, knock it off.”

“Sorry. Sorry. I’ll try.”

He was twitching his fingers even more now, but he put his sweater over his hand to muffle the gear noise. Why was he acting like a spazz all of a sudden? He didn’t have a reason to be nervous since nothing had changed between them, only what was going on inside his own cavernous head. Alison, again, remained oblivious.

The movie started. A low-budget French indie black-comedy that was already five or six years old now. Some ambiguously post-apocalypse Paris a building full of quirky weirdos was hiring unwary handymen to be murdered and butchered for their meat. But mostly it was disconnected moments of highly art-directed mayhem. Billy had no idea there were ugly people in France at all, based on their cultural output, but this movie seemed to corner the market on them.

Alison leaned over and whispered, “Do you know French too? You don’t need the subtitles I bet.”

“I can understand it better than I can be understood,” Billy whispered back, the same situation for any of the dozen languages he’d taught himself and then been totally unable to communicate for his slushy pronunciation.

“Why don’t you learn Japanese? There’s no ‘sssss’ sound in it, only ‘ssssh.’ So ‘city’ becomes ‘shitty,” Alison suggested quietly, “You’d be a natural.”

Billy nodded but kept his attention on the movie. It was ok, he thought. Alison seemed into it but Billy’s mind was drifting again. He was totally preoccupied with analyzing every conversational exchange for some clue that she liked him. Like, liked-him -liked-him and then double-checking his own behavior to make sure he wasn’t giving away his own feelings.

He was brought back to reality when Alison suddenly jumped and gasped next to him. On screen, the final confrontation— the cannibalistic butcher threw a knife that boomeranged back and the blade slammed into the middle of his forehead. She was fully buying into what was happening on screen, no ironic distance. Billy tried to look over subtly but she was on his blind side so he couldn’t see anything out of his peripheral vision and turning his head too much might break her out of the moment.

Denouement. Having escaped murder, the clownish hero and his bespectacled love interest played a duet on cello and singing saw on the roof of the apartment building. Billy heard quiet rustling, felt her lean in and brush against his arm. He was frozen, even though his heart was racing. He didn’t want to startle her as if she was some skittish animal he had spotted in a forest She reached out in the dark and found Billy’s hand, holding it. He opened his fingers and held it back. He could feel the pressure of the grasp but nothing else– she was on his right and got the metal one. He couldn’t feel anything at all.

Merde.

“White doesn’t want me seeing you. Do you think he’s jealous?”

“Jealous of you for having a girl to see a movie with or jealous of me for getting to spend time with you?” Alison asked between licks of her ice cream cone.

“Not sure. Kinda both?” Billy looked back at his paper cup of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, not really feeling hungry. His mouth felt fuzzy so he forced down a spoonful.

They sat at one of the few tables in the fluorescent-lit, candy-colored ice cream parlor for a post-movie ice cream break before getting back on the road.

“Your hands are different sizes,” Alison suddenly noticed.

Billy held up his hands. He pressed them palm to palm. The metal one was at least 10% larger.

“I guess they didn’t design hands any smaller than this when they put it on. Does it look weird?”

“It’s a robot hand. Of course it looks weird, Daphne."

Billy rolled his eyes and rested his hands back on the table. Alison leaned over his hand, poking the half-domes on his knuckles to see if anything happened, oblivious to the steady drip of melted Cool Britannia her cone was leaving all over him.

He obliged her by pulling back his sleeve, showing where the metal prosthetic ended at the wrist— a ball-joint recessed partly into a lighter metal cuff with a ridge on it, connecting to the arm. The edge overlapped the flesh – concealing and protecting the connection.

“Can you take your hand off?”

“I can take it off, yeah,” Billy explained, tapping the edge of the cuff, “But it takes a long time and it’s a massive pain in the ass to put it back on."

Her sudden fascination with his hand made him feel like he was doing show-and-tell to a kindergarten class. It was weirdly cute. Worth having to blast out his knuckle joints with a can of compressed air tomorrow to get all the rainbow sprinkles out.

"I only take the hand off when it’s malfunctioning so I can work on it. It’s not meant to be detachable, really," Billy explained.

“How much of this is still you?” she stroked his forearm just above the metal like it was a pet cat. Her fingertips felt warm. Billy’s ears blushed scarlet, but he tried to play it cool.

“Most of it. There are wires inside to make the hand work. The outside is still, uh, human.”

“Can you feel this?” She dragged her finger over the metal palm.

“Just pressure. Not anything more specific,” he said, “I could feel pain there, too, if you wanted to hurt me.”

“Technology can’t live up to the original model,” Alison pressed her palm against his human hand in a slow-motion high-five, lining up the fingers.

“Whoa, even your person-hand is bigger than mine,” she compared the two, “You have big hands for such a little guy, Josie.”

He entwined her fingers in his. She didn’t pull away. They were holding hands again but now I could feel it for real.

“Alischon, do you feel… I mean. With me, could you, um…” Billy struggled as he got too tongue-tied to finish the thought.

“Gross! Your fingertips feel like gummi bears,” she squealed, fully distracted by squeezing his silicone fingertips. She hadn't heard a word he said.

---

Back at home, he had to keep his hands busy and his mind occupied or the thoughts would consume him. He bought a whole chicken at the supermarket to practice his suturing with a needle and thread. Over-and-unders. Vertical mattress stitch. Subcutaneous. Under his hand the poor ten-pound roaster was looking fully Frankensteined or like a needlepoint sampler in flesh made by a serial killer granny.

Pete walked by the breakfast table, sorting the mail, "You're gonna get salmonella, pally. Wash your hands before you touch anything."

"Do you want me to practice on poultry or to do it for the first time sewing up your neck after I cut all the melanomas out?

"I have tumors. Jesus. Where?"

"Not yet. You will," Billy stated, "If there's any justice." "How was the movie," he asked neutrally.

Billy ignored him and stabbed his needle into the breast of the roaster more angrily than a medical professional should. Pete frowned, picking up on the subtext.

"Pally, I swear I have no interest in your girl."

"She's not ‘my girl,'" Billy hissed, "She likes YOU."

"She doesn't like me. She doesn't know me. Nobody likes me once they know me."

"She said you were so good-looking," Billy spat.

"I'm way too old for her," White sputtered back, "She talks like a robot. She's not even my type!”

"Because you're gay," Billy snapped, just to be hurtful even though it made no sense for his attack.

"I'm not gay," Pete repeated, just as he had a million times before in a million other arguments, "Look, pally, we just made small talk waiting for YOU, that's ALL."

When Pete "turned on the charm" he was revolting. Women were nauseated by him and men were moved to violence. But somehow an indifferent, distracted Pete White doing the bare minimum was irresistible. Pete himself never picked up on it.

"She told me my taste in music sucked. She basically called me old!" Pete threw up his arms for emphasis.

"If I find out you slept with her," Billy narrowed his eye and pointed with a scalpel, "I will literally, actually kill you."

"When would I have... Look, I met her this morning for the first time!" Pete argued, fully exasperated.

"I can forgive anything you've done to me but if I found out you're sleeping with her I will slit your throat myself without a moment's hesitation. I will slit your throat and sew it back up like it never happened just so I can slit it again."

Pete bit his lip. "So... you really like her then."

Ice-cold vengeance was too hard to keep up and Billy melted back into goo. He rubbed his free-range pullet patient and burbled, "It's killing me. I can't even tell how she feels. She'll be sweet to me one second and tells me to fuck off and die right after it! What should I do?"

"If I knew how love worked I wouldn't be sitting here with you. I'd be Mr. Mom-ing my own brood of perfect and exceptionally pale children while my bread-winning Mrs. — Steffi Graf— was off winning Wimbledon again."

"Steffi Graf?" Billy snapped, "Where the hell did that come from? You don't even like tennis."

"I dunno, it just seemed to make sense in my mind. So I said it," Pete shrugged, "I am dead set against any of this bullshit ON THE RECORD but... have you tried asking this chick to be your girlfriend?"

Billy looked puzzled, "I can just ask?"

"Yeah, just ask."

SERVING PETER FALK REALNESS

A few days later Billy jogged down the gravel path towards Alison's monstrous car as it pulled off the highway onto the shoulder in front of the trailer. She had climbed halfway out of the driver's side window and shouted to him, "Cosmic bowling!"

"I don't know what that is," he shouted back as he reached the passenger side door, "Should I? It's bowling, I assume."

"It's new. It's the newest. Bold wave of the future," Alison said deadpan, "It's bowling, but at night. With blacklight."

"Huh," Billy said noncommittally as he opened the car door.

"It's cosmic... but it's bowling," she shrugged as she slid back down into the driver seat and turned the ignition. The Angel of Death sputtered and whined.

"Wait, wait, wait, I have to show you something," Billy said, remembering what he had in his pocket. He palmed a curved white disk— a little smaller than a pog but bigger than a nickel. He checked his reflection in the car's side mirror and slipped it under his eyelid like a contact lens. He nudged it in place until it seemed like it was resting where it was supposed to be.

He took his seat on the passenger side and leaned toward Alison with his eyes bugged as open as he could make them.

"Check it out. It came in the mail today."

"A glass eye?"

"It's made of acrylic, but yeah," He tapped his right eye— a realistic but unmoving plastic prosthetic, like a doll's eye.

"Oh that is so amazingly creepy. I love it."

"I couldn't afford to get a permanent one put in— they're like 10 grand and you have to see an ophthalmologist to get those custom-fitted and I don't have the insurance to do that, but I found these temporary conformer shells from the medical supply catalog..."

Alison moved closer, staring into his functioning eye and then to the prosthetic, looking closely at the details. He could feel her breath on his eyelashes.

"...You're only supposed to wear the temporary ones right after surgery until you get a real implant so it doesn't move. The temporary shells don't move, I mean, like a real implant would because the temporary eye doesn't connect to any ocular muscles," Billy over-explained breathlessly as her staring directly into his eyes, even for a clinical purpose, was making his heart race.

She tilted her head, concluding her observation. "Hazel," she said, leaning back into the driver's seat.

"I guess? The catalog just said ‘Color HLC-49C.' It seemed like the closest match. Does it look normal?"

"No. Of course not," Alison laughed.

Billy slumped, discouraged.

"D'awww. You try so hard," Alison said mock-pityingly as the engine turned over, "My little Sammy Davis, Jr.”

"I'm not gonna show you my silicone skin hand cover now," Billy pouted, "You'll only dissch it."

"Dish it?"

"No dissssss. Like ‘disrespect.' Like I'm Biggie and you're Tupac. You diss my hand and then we got beef."

"Keep wearing the oven mitt with the tomatoes on it. I like that one," Alison said absentmindedly, pointing her land yacht towards the bowling lanes at the edge of town.

"I'll get some of those Freezie Freakies. They change color in the snow."

TAKE THE SKINHEADS BOWLING

They entered the dingy, mostly empty bowling alley at 11 PM.

"Oh. My. God," Alison's eyes sparkled with ironic appreciation, "This is even lamer than I was imagining."

"The Only Way Is Up" boomed from free standing giant-sized club speakers rented just for the occasion. A disco ball spun above, reflecting the strobing multicolored spotlights puncturing the dim alley. Black lights lined each lane making the pins and balls glow. The whole grandeur of the cosmos in miniature... with rented shoes.

"It seems alright, I guess," Billy stated but his sense of "camp"and "kitsch" was not nearly as honed. He couldn't even see the difference between the two without complex analysis.

They paid for a lane and were shuffled on to the shoe rental. She took off her platform combat boots and put them on the counter, losing about a half-foot of height in the dismount. She reached down for Billy's sneakers to trade in for rental shoes as well.

"Oh my god. These are the most adorable weenie-teenie baby Chuck Taylors I've ever seen," she cooed as she held them.

"Ugh, stop," Billy groaned.

The counter worker, grumpy and second-guessing the choices he made in life that lead to this moment of being forced by his boss to wear strings of UV-reactive candy beads and multiple glow-stick necklaces for "Cosmic" night, handed over their hideous two-tone lane shoes, "Nine for the lady and... a kid's size 3 for her baby brother."

Billy grumbled.

"At least he didn't call you my son," Alison offered as consolation, handing over his pair.

They claimed a lane with their coats and left to load up at the snack bar before diving into sporting pursuits.

"I haven't gone bowling since I was nine and since you have no depth perception, I'm going to assume we're both going to be terrible at this, right?" Alison asked.

"Probably," Billy shrugged, pulling on the rented shoes.

"Those are the teeny-tiniest, most adorable widdle twee bowling shoes I've ever seen."

"Shut up," Billy snapped, genuinely annoyed.

"So I propose we forget the scores," Alison tapped the lane scoring desk with the built in overhead projector, "And give each other points for style instead."

"You don't think I can't whup your ass in that category too?" Billy said, standing while stretching his arms and neck in anticipation of a dance battle.

Alison filled in the score sheet: Alison "Rolling Thunder" Kahan vs. "Baby Shoes" Whalen. She added some caricature doodles to the edge, making sure to highlight Billy's new glass eye with some sparkles and radiating lines.

He found a cotton work glove from the library in his pocket and slipped it over his mechanical hand. He wasn't sure if he was protecting his hand from the bowling ball or the bowling ball from his hand, but it seemed like a fair precaution. He approached the rack filled with special black-light reactive balls for the evening and tested some finger holes to pick one that would work.

Alison looked concerned, "Should I ask at the front if they have any, um, duck-pin sized balls for—"

Billy pulled an acid green ball from the topmost rack while standing on his tiptoes, "You don't think I can use a ten pound ball?" He held it up with one hand, using only his fingertips as he walked back to their lane.

"Do you know how much the Oxford English Dictionary weighs?" Billy asked, effortlessly spinning the ball in his hand, "Second edition, of course."

"Ok, fine. You're not as delicate as—"

"137.72 lbs. Twenty volumes. Our library system has two sets. I've carried those things— or books of a similar weight— up and down ladders and on and off carts for eight hours a day for four years. I can handle a fucking bowling ball," he stated as he whipped the the object in question down the lane in a perfect straight shot... directly into the gutter.

"Fuck me!" Billy sputtered, as his top-cool moment fizzled. Alison just howled with laughter.

"I'm stronger than I look is the point, ok," Billy said, defeated, "I could probably lift you."

"Lay one hand on me and you're riding home in the trunk, king of the beach," Alison shot back, drying her hands over the air vent on the ball return and selecting a hot pink-and-lavender marble swirled ball.

"No really. I can totally lift my roommate over my head!"

"Yeah, well, that guy has hollow bones and an eating disorder."

"I thought you said he was so handsome."

"Pretty face. No staying power," Alison shrugged as she hurled her pink ball down the lane carelessly, ricocheting off the side and knocking down three pins as The Pet Shop Boys cover of Go West bounced through the room.

"Woo! Ministry of Sound! MADchester! COSMIC!" Alison apathetically shouted in celebration, while performing a gyrating, arm-wiggling take on what she imagined a "rave dance" might look like despite having only read those words in SPIN so had no actual idea what a "rave" was.

She also wasn't dressed for a rave nor was dressed for bowling either. She wore a child's velvet party dress with a lace collar, picked up for a couple bucks at the Goodwill. It was probably once some little girl's holiday dress, but on the taller teenager the hem stopped only three inches below her Merry Christmas. Even with the height lost with the amputation of her platform boots, Billy still could see directly up her skirt without meaning to. She paired it with neon pink tights that glowed under the black light and a necklace made of plastic Halloween skulls. Her sweet spot was a perfect combination of stupid and hideous that dared anyone to find her attractive.

Despite her efforts, Billy did. Obsessively so.

He had to do it. He was going to ask, straight on: "Alischon, can I be your boyfriend?"

She snort-laughed before noticing he was just staring at her. The plastic sclera of the glass eye glowed under black light, making him look half-possessed.

"Oh shit, you weren't just being ironic."

"Scherious at a heart attack," he lisped stoically, his one good eye locked on hers. The fake eye looking blankly off at an angle.

She clamped her mouth to stop another torrent of uncontrolled laughter, "You're killing me, Pumpkinhead."

Billy looked at his feet. This wasn't going at all like the scenarios he had modeled mathematically.

"You're always flirting with me. Saying I'm cute or I'm sexy, it's..." Billy struggled for his tone, torn between rage and self-pity, "It's... fucking... fraudulent negligence.”

"I'm busting your chops to make your ears turn red," Alison said, as if it was obvious, "I've done it every day since I met you!"

"It's driving me bugfuck nuts!" Billy roared.

"Why the hell would you take anything I say seriously?" Alison tried to pull her bowling ball from her fingers, exasperated, "I'm a liar and an asshole and a jerk. Only a mental case would want to date me."

"I can't tell if you're just teasing me because you can tell I'm crazy about you or... or..." the words tumbled out, "Or you maybe, despite giving me the finger and acting too cool for school, you kind of, um, actually like me like I like you?"

He looked up expectantly while bracing for the worst. His good eye flinched from the strain. Alison tried to lower the tension.

"What do you care about dating? I thought boys your age were still all ‘girls are gross.'"

"I'm not a FUCKING KID!" Billy shouted far louder than he meant to.

Alison stooped down to drop the ball on the edge of the lane.

"Why do you always wear such goddamned short skirts?" Billy muttered, any filter he had left was blown off in the hurricane of emotion coursing through his oversized skull, "I gotta excuse myself to pound one out in the bathroom every time you lean over the ball return. Jesus."

"Is that why you keep going to the can? I thought the shitty nachos gave you the runs," Alison tilted her head to a paper tray of tortilla chips and neon orange ‘cheez.'

Billy slammed his forehead into the scoring desk.

"and I HAVE shorts under it. Thank you very much," Alison defended her virtue, pulling up the skirt hem to reveal bike shorts over her tights.

Billy just released a muffled irritated cry-moan. It wasn't getting through.

"With all these black lights in here you'd have to be extra careful with your aim..." Alison considered, miming a jerk-off gesture, "and you'd have to wash your hands really well."

"You're not even listening," Billy said pleadingly, "It's a joke to you,"

Alison finally took in how genuinely sad he looked, "I like hanging out with you. I like having a friend. Can't we just keep doing that?"

"We still could. We can. Everything stays the same..." Billy tried to sell her on the idea with forced enthusiasm, "...but with making out! Bonus!"

Alison went quiet and looked at the floor.

"We wouldn't have to do anything you didn't want to," Billy clarified quickly, spin-doctoring his pitch on the fly, "It's not a physical thing. I just wanted to..."

"But I don't feel that way about you," Alison blurted, "I don't feel that way about anybody. I can't."

No smirk. No joke. No sarcasm. Just honesty. She looked in pain to have to say something genuine. The words hung in the air. From another lane, the sound of ball hitting pins echoed. Sparkly disco lights strobed over their faces.

"...Plus, you're, like, really, really weird looking,"Alison kept going unable to stop talking like her words were careening down a steep hill, "Your head is gigantic and you have all kinds of medical shit wrong with you so I can't even imagine how bizarre you look naked—

"No, no. I get it," Billy shook the aforementioned huge head.

"— Like maybe you have like... I dunno... two dicks or nine balls or some even weirder—"

"Alischon. Seriously. It's fine. Forget I brought it up."

She plunked down next to him on the scoring bench, looking drained. They sat in silence as C + C Music Factory filled the room.

Guys grab a girl, don't wait, make her twirl It's your world and I'm just a squirrel Tryin' to get a nut to move your butt To the dance floor, so yo what's up...

"Still friends?" Alison asked softly.

"Yeah, friends," Billy agreed, tight-lipped.

It's not a failure if you learn something out of it. After he got home, Billy sat in the shower for an hour.

It was a learning experience. He found out he could still cry out of the eye he didn't have any more.

.... to be continued

**This draft is still missing a scene of Pete's radio show which I will add in a future update.

OBEY's Andre the Giant Has A Posse stickers and their endless bootlegs/parodies have been everywhere since 1989, peaking in national popularity by the mid '90s. Didn't wanna do height/weight so added his pirate radio wavelength and OCA-1 is medical /genetic shorthand for Oculocutaneous Albinism type I: total lack of melanin in skin and eyes (though I guess medicine didn't know the exact gene affected until after the Human Genome Project)

The playlist for Pete's radio show is on YouTube and Spotify. Updated continually.

I fudged the years on this. Ed Wood came out in fall of 1994 and I said this was taking place in 1995-96, but I couldn't think of a better movie for this scene than Plan 9. This anachronism is eating away at me.

I'll answer ASKS on the story but if you got beef and you wanna tell me I am racist/homophobic/hot garbage, send it as a DM so I can delete it in private.

+ More to be added if I think of anything else.

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