#and he waits and waits until she dies and it’s over 💀 and she still thinks he went barking mad one day for no reason fjdhfkfkr
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it is pretty fucking funny that basim in the modern day is reliving eivor’s memories and. she still has no fucking idea about loki. he’s all “heheh… my mortal enemy… i bested you!! after you killed my son!! and now all your thoughts and memories are mine and i outlived you, what do you say about this revelation?? 😈”and he enters the animus and she’s like “idk basim just went cray cray one day and attacked me so i hung him up on a weird tree and left him to rot :) don’t know what that was about. weird!”
#LIKE. I WANT EIVOR TO UNDERSTAND BUT IT WOULD BE HILARIOUS IF SHE DIDN’T 💀#can you imagine basim watching in the animus on the edge of his seat to see the moment eivor realizes he was loki all along#and he waits and waits until she dies and it’s over 💀 and she still thinks he went barking mad one day for no reason fjdhfkfkr#godddd#txt
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Hey , I was wondering how do you think the Bay Turtles would react to that Tik Tok trend where the gf called their bf their husband ? Like they could be at the lair and April calls reader amd reader is like " Ya I'm at my husbands place " etc.
This is the trend I'm talking about
https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGeypmGWK/
Very cute idea! Also Bayverse request! 😚👌💙
🐢Calling Them Your Husband🐢
💙❤️Bayverse TMNT x Reader💜🧡
Word Count: 917
CW: Gender-neutral reader, calling him your husband 🥰, fluffy as hell, not proof-read.
TikTok was an interesting platform that you enjoyed scrolling through occasionally, and it wasn’t until one day you stumbled upon the couple side of TikTok. You were planning on scrolling past until a certain one caught your attention, and it certainly got you thinking…
Later that night, you and your boyfriend were doing your nightly activities as you usually did, when you got a sudden call from April. You answered with a smile, “Hey April, what’s up?” You ask, the conversation flowing naturally until she asked where you were at. Without hesitation, you answered, “Oh! Yeah, I’m at my husband's place.” You smile, before glancing over at the turtle beside you, getting the following reaction…
🐢💙Leonardo💙🐢
💙 Leo was staring rather intensely at you, feeling a flood of emotions course through him as he stared at you. He would then let out a soft chuckle, and waited until you hung up. He really liked that, oh he REALLY loved that actually, you saw him as your husband, huh?
💙 Once you hung up, he wrapped his arms around you and kissed you sweetly, “So, what was that about, hm?” He mused, as you giggled a bit. “You want to get married? Why didn’t you just say so?” He smiles, and you couldn’t find it in your heart to tell him it was a TikTok, you just couldn’t, not at the time anyways. And plus, I mean the topic was on your mind after all.
💙 “Oh yeah.” You grin as you draw him into a loving kiss, “Let’s get married?” You ask, smiling at him. A chuckle escapes him and he presses his forehead against yours, “Yeah… Let’s get married.” He swiftly lifts you up, bridal style, “And let’s make it soon. I want this husband title to be more permanent.” He chuckles. (Though you would have to tell him later down the line about this because you felt a tad bit guilty, spoiler; he was confused, but he was fine with it.)
🐢❤️Raphael❤️🐢
❤️ Raph gave you a soft chuckle, before placing a hand on your hip, “Damn right you are.” He smirked down at you. Now this, dear reader, stroked his ego, he absolutely loved it. He waits for you to finish up the call with April, lightly rubbing your skin in a loving manner as he was left with his thoughts for a moment.
❤️ Once you hung up, he kissed your head, “Husband, huh? Get that from somewhere?” He asks, and you couldn’t help but chuckle, “Yes… I did, it was a TikTok idea.” He playfully rolled his eyes, “Now you didn’t mean it?” He teased, making you panic, “Of course I did, Raph!” He let out a small laugh, “Easy, Dollface. I’m messing with you.” He would kiss your forehead, calming you down.
❤️ He was a little disappointed that it was a TikTok trend, but he does have to admit, you calling him your husband certainly felt good. Now he was rather tempted to make you a Hamato, if you catch my drift. But he’d wait, he wants it to be at the right time… For now, he’s just relentlessly bullies you (lovingly) about this for a good while.
🐢💜Donatello💜🐢
💜 Chokes, Donnie literally chokes. He was in the middle of drinking some apple juice when the phrase, ‘my husband’s’, gave him some whiplash with this one. He was choking and coughing, wiping away dripping juice as you panicked and hung up on April to help him, (RIP Donnie, died to apple juice 💀).
💜 Once you finish helping him clean up, he would finally regain his composure, his nostrils still stinging from the apple juice, he asks, “What was that about?” He wasn’t angry, not at all, just really confused about this whole thing. Husband? That’s not the right term, you guys aren’t married (yet)! You end up explaining, “Well… It was a TikTok trend and I kinda wanted to see how you’d react.” You admit.
💜 He chuckles and shakes his head at this, “A TikTok trend?” He asks, “Well, it certainly caught me off guard… But maybe don’t do that the next time I’m drinking apple juice, it isn’t pleasant in the throat nor the nose.” He warns, making you smile, “Right, sorry Don.” And you kissed his cheek, returning back to your fun nightly activities of working on his latest invention.
🐢🧡Michelangelo🧡🐢
🧡 Mikey goes along with it, he’s seen this trend. He wraps his arms around your waist and leans against your shoulder, speaking closer to the phone, “Yup~ Wifeys at my place!” He grins, and now you were feeling yourself get red in the face, now a little flustered that he went along with it. It kinda made you feel a little giddy inside.
🧡 Once hanging up, Mikey was giving you a smug smirk, “Tried to pull that one on me? Well I’m two steps ahead of you, angelcakes!” He grins as he’d kiss your cheek, making you groan, “Damn it, Mikey. I was hoping you’d be a little more on the surprised side, but alas, you know TikTok better than I do.” Making him laugh and nuzzle against your neck.
🧡 He placed sweet kisses along your neck, “Nah, that just takes the fun out of it.” He grins widely, pulling away to look into your eyes, “Plus, I’ve always wanted to call you wifey.” He smirked again when he saw you blush a little harder, making you sigh, “Fine fine! You win.” You groan, hugging him around the shoulders, as he laughed softly and nuzzled your cheek lovingly.
#sprite writes#fanfic#tmnt#bayverse tmnt x reader#tmnt x reader#tmnt bayverse x reader#bayverse leonardo#bayverse raphael#bayverse donatello#bayverse michelangelo#bayverse leo x reader#bayverse raph x reader#bayverse donnie x reader#bayverse mikey x reader#bayverse tmnt#tmnt bayverse#leonardo x reader#raphael x reader#donatello x reader#michelangelo x reader#tmnt 2k14#tmnt 2k16
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Hey pookie😽I’d like to request headcanons for the mcyts with an actor/actress s/o.<3 Especially how they’d react to any emotional scenes or if the character that their s/o played dies, im craving some angst right now lol
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oooo okay okay ; I'm still very much burned out but unable to give myself a damn break so I apologize for these being so short ; I also named movies to get some inspo so sorry if you don't know any/some of them lol
ALSO!! I'm gonna rework my oneshot links on my masterlist so beware any changes lol
MCYT ; actor reader with death scenes
includes ; tommyinnit, tubbo, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu & quackity
warnings ; language, talk about death, gore & violence
masterlist
TOMMYINNIT
you played a character in evil dead rise, which tommy got really attached too even though you got like 10 minutes of screen time
genuinley started sobbing and laughing at the same time bc your death was so sad to him for some reason yet so cool and bloody
he looks over at you, jaw dropped like "wtf?"
there's actually tears streaming down his cheeks 💀💀💀
you post a pic of him crying on ur ig story and caption it "he's sad I died"
he logs back into his old letterboxd account to rate it 5 stars
his explanation is "my partner died but good movie. I almost cried again seeing the monster thing at the end though"
TUBBO
he is heartbroken
he absolutely loved your character/s even though they were barely on screen
he's also confused as to how he never knew about you being in IT 2017 and 2019 because you looked so different and easter eggs
the 13 v 15 looks were actually so different too, he didn't even recognize you in the first movie until you pointed it out LMAO
the it 2019 death was a lot more sad to him though and it was mostly a metaphor to show that everyone has weaknesses even if they don't think they do etc etc
he just looks at you and then rants about that whole metaphor after pausing the movie and he's literally on it for a solid five minutes
he awoke a different side of himself that night
RANBOO
you had a little cameo in a quiet place pt2
basically your character was alive for a while and helping out the abbotts until you died saving reagan from one of the death angels
she obviously couldn't hear one behind her and your character had to lunge and save her and sacrifice themselves on the island that she ran off too iykwim
like your character went off with her to keep her safe + you died during that chase/fight scene at the end
ran nearly broke down into tears because you got a solid two hours of time in that movie for all that buildup and shit
TO DIE TOO
they started crying a bit cause like ???
literally gave you an award (a massive hug) for your incredible acting skills bc damn
FREDDIE BADLINU
insidious the red door goes crazy
you bond with dalton at college and help him float around and shit
the demon doesn't like that you're helping him whatsoever so it drags your character into the further
the whole kill is done with you exploring the further for a moment, being hunted down by prey and then jumpscared by the demon
it's not a very emotional death but it scares the fuck out of Freddie
"wait, oh my God, they'll never be able to talk to Dalton about supernatural stuff again! what the hell?"
the death was pointless and for a jumpscare but he couldn't care, he enjoyed watching you on the screen
NIKI NIHACHU
you were in the forever purge
you play a very obviously queer & pro-human rights character who's shit on by all the rich, conservative, ranch owning Texans in the movie
you basically had to sacrifice yourself trying to get to the border in time
in the city scene, you get killed as a protection sacrifice
no way you were letting adela die
niki literally started crying bc there was no reason for your character to give up their life but they did anyways
you were such a w the whole movie and she can't help but rant about that as well
she gives you a round of applause at the end cause like that was a damn good performance cmon now
ALEX QUACKITY
alex is never watching any terrifier movie ever again holy fuck
you skipped over the first one bc you couldn't even watch it again and went to the second because you were in it
he was actually on edge the whole movie
what the hell do you mean you were cut in half??? wtf is this?? saw???
he actually almost puked LMAO
you were laughing the whole time your death was playing
"WHAT THE HELL WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING?? THIS UGLY CLOWN IS KILLING MY PARTNER"
"that mf doesn't know you Alex, I do"
"Okay whatever"
#lowkeyrobin#mcyt x reader#mcyt preferences#mcyt oneshot#tommyinnit x reader#ranboo x reader#quackity x reader#badlinu x reader#freddie badlinu x reader#niki nihachu x reader#nihachu x reader#gender neutral reader#gn reader#gn!reader#they/them reader
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could I request Carl Grimes soulmate au where their marks/works/whatever you choose shows up at a certain age and his soulmate is like Daryl's sister or some kid he took under his wing and he's Living when it happens?
Sweet on You
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Pairings: Carl Grimes x Reader
Pronouns Used: None mentioned
Word Count: 1164
Warnings: None
A/N: Thank you to @yesland for proofreading! Ihy! Also, R calls Daryl “Daddy” because as a southerner, I wouldn’t dream of calling my Dad anything else to his face (even when I visit his grave I call him Daddy 💀) and it isn’t mentioned whether or not R is biologically related to Daryl!!
Up until you were 12 you only really had your Dad, Mom, and Uncle Merle. Your Mother homeschooled you and that was that. When the breakout first happened, you were terrified, clinging to your Dad no matter what. You and your family barely escaped your town, and it wasn’t until a couple hours after you all were on the road that your Mom admitted to being bit. Your Uncle Merle took her down to the woods and shot her at her request.
You guys came across a camp at a quarry and quickly came to the decision to stay there for a bit. You liked it there. You made friends with the other kids there, and overall, had a good time.
But now it’s years later and most of the people from the quarry have died. You still have your best friend, Carl, and you have a few other friends that you met when you arrived at Alexandria, though.
Over the years, you lost count of time, you weren’t sure how old you were, or more importantly, when your soulmark would show up. You knew your birthday was September 27th thanks to your Dad having it engraved in his mind, but you had no way of knowing when that was.
You also knew that Carl’s birthday was three weeks before yours, so when his mark showed up, you’d know that it’d be soon.
And his finally did. It was a messed up heart on his wrist, it was green, his favorite colour, and purple, coincidentally, your favorite colour.
You counted down the days until your birthday. It drove your Dad mad.
“Why the hell are you scratching up the walls?” He asks as he walks into the kitchen and sees you carving a line into the wall with your knife.
“To keep count of how many days till my birthday.”
“Just do it in your head. Ain’t no need for all that.” He says with a chuckle.
“If I do it in my head I’m bound to lose track! Not everyone’s got the memory of an elephant, Daddy.” You tell him, placing your hands on your hips. “‘Sides, I already told Rick and Michonne. They were fine with it.”
“Mhm.. How old you gonna be? Sixteen?”
“Yup!” You grin.
“Big age. Excited to get your mark?” You nod. “Yeah.. It’s a big day. Hey.. uh.. maybe you and I go do somethin’ together? For ole’ times sake?” Your heart soars.
“Course we can, Daddy. Wanna go campin’ like we did for my fifth birthday? We can do it just outside the fence.” He nods.
“I’ll get the supplies ready. When is it?”
“In about two weeks.”
“Alright. You tell me two days before and I’ll get everythin’ ready.” You nod in agreement and walk over to your Dad, placing a kiss on his cheek before going upstairs to yours and Judith’s room.
The night before your birthday came around quickly, and you and your Dad spent the entire day getting ready for your camping trip. At about noon, you both left Alexandria, and set up camp. You set up a fire and then sat with your Dad, talking about your Mom and what she would think of all this. Your Dad didn’t talk about her often, so you soaked it all up.
You both stayed up until midnight, and when the moon was finally in the center of the sky, you and your Dad stared at each other, just waiting for the burning sensation.
“Daddy, I think I feel it!” You looked down at your wrist, and sure enough, a messed up heart was appearing on your skin. He rushed over to look at it too, and you both watched in awe as the mark was finally there. Wait. What? Your jaw drops.
“That.. Ain’t that the same mark Carl has?” You nod. Your Dad breaks out into laughter.
“What’s funny ‘bout that?”
“Nothin’.. Just that you two have been attached at the hip since the farm.. makes sense is all.” You thought about it for a second, yeah, it sure does make sense. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t relieved that it was him. Now you wouldn’t have to look for your soulmate, you’d just go home and show him and everything would be fine. Right?
You barely slept that night. You were terrified that Carl would be upset that it was you. How would you even tell him? Just.. walk up to him? Show him your wrist and say “Haha looks like we’re soulmates!”?
The next morning, you were quiet. Your Dad noticed it. He kept trying to tell you jokes, or show you a bird, or something. But you didn’t really budge.
“Okay kid, what’s got you so.. down?” Your Dad asks as you guys walk home.
“Hm? I’m not down.”
“You are too.”
“No I’m not!”
“Yes you are.”
“I’m not down.”
“Y/N.. I’ve known you longer than you’ve known yourself. I know when you’re down.” You sigh.
“I dunno.. I just don’t know how he’s gonna react.” He raises an eyebrow at you.
“He’s gonna be over the moon. Why wouldn’t he be? Shit, he’s been sweet on you for years.�� You stop and look at him.
“What?”
“You didn’t know?” You shake your head. “Didn’t know I raised a dumbass.” You smile and punch his shoulder playfully.
“Shut up.” You start walking again. “And never say ‘sweet on’ again. You sound like you’re a thousand years old.”
When you get to Alexandria, you take a deep breath before going inside. Carl and Enid were waiting for you at the gate.
“Show us!” Enid yells as her and Carl jog up to you.
“Show you what?” You ask, feigning ignorance.
“Your mark, come on!” Carl grabs your wrist. They both see the mark and you anxiously rock back and forth on your heels.
“Say something.” You say with a nervous chuckle.
“Don’t your marks match?” The brunette girl asks. Carl nods.
“Yeah they do. We’re soulmates?”
“Looks like it.” You take your wrist away and look at your feet. “Um.. I better go put my stuff away.” You walk off before they can reply.
You do end up putting away your things, and as you’re putting away your blankets, Carl barges into your room.
“Why’d you run away?” He asks, panting.
“I.. why are you so out of breath?”
“I asked first.”
“You seemed.. upset. I don’t know. I wanted to give you space.”
“Well I don’t want space.”
“Well how was I supposed to know?”
“Well you didn’t really wait for me to say something so you didn’t know.”
“Okay. I’m sorry. I’m listening now.”
“I don’t want space.”
“Yes.. I think we’ve established that.”
“Ever. I’m happy you’re my soulmate.”
“You are?”
“I am.”
“I’m happy you’re my soulmate too.” You say with a smile. Carl breaks out in one as well, and before you know it, he’s walking towards you and kissing you.
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#carl grimes x reader#carl grimes#daryl dixon x reader#the walking dead imagine#the walking dead x reader#twd x reader
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Uuugghhh i misclicked and deleted a post i was working on......... I still remember the prompt but 💀😫 OG request was ASOIAF characters reacting to their s/o surviving an assassination attempt, another nonny wanted something similar, so I combined!
Obvs there will be mentions of blood, angst, and so on! We got: Cersei, Jaime, Tywin, Tyrion, Asha (Yara), Victarion, Brandon, Ned, Benjen, Brynden, Oberyn, Doran, Brienne
Cersei - Woe to the messenger who brings this news to her; the only thing worse about Cersei finding out is her finding out days after it happens. She's livid, and has no shortage of people to blame and suspect. The idea that this attempt is the consequence of her own machinations and manipulations does not to occur to her, or at least - she quickly shoves that thought aside.
She has her sick room moved closer to her own, and threatens the hell out of Pycelle to ensure a speedy recovery. The maids are threatened as well, though eventually Cersei's paranoia whittles them down to just one or two. She visits when you're awake, and either fusses over your comfort or doggedly acts as though everything is fine and you'll be up in no time - even if you're still sickly and wan. Yes, there's ... some denial there, and in rare moments, the facade and denial will melt, and Cersei will express genuine fear that you may have died.
Jaime - There's several minute of disbelief when he hears what happened. Then the anger rushes over him at once - who did it? And where was he to defend you? Then suspicion. Could his sister have found out about you two? Jaime ought to wait until it's safe to visit you, when he can't be seen - but he's never been good at fighting his whims.
Once at your side, he's clearly anxious and discomforted at how tired and sickly you look. His usual flippant, sarcastic front only lasts a few minutes. He gives in, his shoulders slump and you can see the clear anxiety and anger in his bright green eyes. He comes into your chambers every other day, but you aren't aware how often he hovers around the door and hall, eager for the assassin to come again so he might kill them with his own hands.
Tywin - Any attempt on your life was almost certainly meant to send a message to him. That's how he'll always see it, anyway, and Tywin will answer swiftly. He'll probably mutilate or execute your poor excuses for guards, and the maester understands your recovery will go well or he'll be next on the chopping block. Next, he draws up his mental lists of suspects and cuts through them. Tywin Lannister will find out who did this. There's no uncertainty of that.
That said, he doesn't visit the first few days of your recovery - both because of the investigating he's spending late hours on, and because he genuinely doesn't want to see you in such a weak, uneasy state. He isn't willing to admit this to himself, of course, but it brings back memories of Joanna. He'd be more affected if you were stabbed versus if you were poisoned; the blood, the bandages, your pale complexion and low energy all point to the very obvious fact you nearly died, and that would have affected the normally immovable, cruel Lannister patriarch. He doesn't like reminders that he's mortal.
Tyrion - Panic and dread starts bubbling up once he hears the news and really processes it. Tyrion wants to see you right away, even if you're in no state to see visitors for a while. He already has a shortlist of possible culprits, his sister being at the top. He makes sure it's a maester he trusts whose helping your recovery, one of your personal maids he knows whose caring for you, a few guards he pays personally and knows well ... It may seem like a bit much to you, but for Tyrion, it isn't enough. He's still riddled with anxiety and worry that whoever did it will send another assassin to finish the job.
He does his best to be reassuring and light-hearted when he visits, not wanting to trouble you with all the thoughts plaguing him. He likes to bring flowers and books and such, things to brighten your day and occupy you. Tyrion tries to float the idea of moving you to a private manor rather than the Red Keep.
Asha - She's alternating between a quiet fury and outright anger, snapping at this maester and that servant to handle you better. She might push them aside and just do it herself; she can certainly stitch a wound closed, though poison is beyond her. Oh, she has a good idea of who might have done this, but that's for later. First priority is getting your guts back in place and making sure there's some kind of medicine or disinfectant in these islands.
She investigates into who the culprit might be, but still takes time to visit you in the evening. She knows you'll pull through, you're strong - but what kind of lover would she be if she didn't check in and bother you? Asha alternates between a rare tenderness and her usual light heartened jokes, whichever works best on cheering you up.
Victarion - So. The good news is he didn't kill the messenger. The bad news is he's close to strangling the maester that was dragged in to treat you. Victarion has no way of figuring out who did this or how, so anyone is open to his wrath. He might eventually have suspicions, but it'll be his brothers and Asha who will do most of the investigating (if they bother). This rattles Victarion more than he's willing to admit.
It's difficult to visit when you're incoherent and pale, so he waits until you're more stable, even if all these negative emotions bite at him. There's anxiety, fear, powerlessness; all things he's worked to avoid and outrun. He probably doesn't even admit how badly he'd shaken. When you're finally awake and talking, that lessens some of the burden. Then he can pretend you're completely fine, and you'll recover quickly. He doesn't want to linger in the sickroom, so he just has you moved to your shared bedchambers. .... Probably for the best, since they get cleaned more often.
Brandon - He's beside himself with anger and worry. How did this happen? Weren't his best guards with you? Who was the culprit - was this a ploy to get to him? Intrigue is not his strong suit; he can't bruteforce his way through this, and it's beyond frustrating - it's just painful. He wants a culprit so he has someone to throttle.
Brandon makes sure you're as comfortable. He may not know much about treating wounds, but he knows you're in pain and wants to help in any way he can. This leads to him hovering too much, and the maester has had to kick him out so you can get rest. You're supposed to be recovering in the sickroom, but Brandon still wants to sleep next to you. It's half paranoia that something might happen again, and half he doesn't want you to be lonely. Yes, he's the actual lonely one ...
Ned - It takes a few hours, perhaps a day, for the reality of what happened to sink in ... and then the dread and anger follows. He keeps these emotions inside, of course, wanting to focus on who could have done this and why. Was it because of his own doing, or was this assassin after you specifically? He's never been one to uncover and follow schemes, and that shortcoming is especially obvious and frustrating now.
But when he visits your sickbed, Ned tries to push all that aside. He wants to make sure you're recovering and cared for, and while he follows the maester's instructions, he's also willing to go against them for your comfort, like if you want to be moved to back to your shared bedchambers. It's hard for Ned to deny you anything to begin with, he is absolutely going to let you curl up with him because it helps you feel better and safer, wounds be damned.
Benjen - The solemnity that comes over his long face startles his fellow Brothers. Of course this is no laughing matter, but the dark cloud that passes over his features and makes those grey eyes look so cold is startling. He wants to go beyond the Wall immediately and kill whoever did it, but he knows that's foolish. He has to grit his teeth and wait, because they'll surely send more.
He focuses on taking care of you. While they do have Maester Aemond, the old man's eyes make it tricky to do any kind of surgery. When you're awake and recovering, Benjen does his best to give you his soft smiles and usual jokes, though they're more muted than before. He hopes you don't notice how tired and anxious he's feeling. He tries to avoid assignments that'll send him away from Castle Black, and he sneaks into your sick room to sleep beside you whenever he can get away with it.
Brynden - The very cowardice of the act boils his blood. Whoever wanted to do this to you should have gone through him - he hates that he wasn't there when you needed him. Hasn't Brynden always said he'd protect you? If the attempt was done with poison, he's even more bitter. It's easy to get you the care you need, but he's still troubled, sitting at your bedside and wearing a troubled expression that doesn't go away until you wake up.
He tries to smile and comfort you, but his anger at the situation is obvious. When he's not out investigating what happened, he's at your side. He's keeping you company and playing "a poor nurse", so he says, but you know it's also to keep you protected. He comes in with full armor and his sword, after all. You sense he isn't sleeping well, either; he'd rather spend the late hours guarding you as you sleep.
Oberyn - It's not surprising that he reacts with anger. Oberyn would've been right there at your side, wanting to stop the bleeding himself, carrying you all the way to the maester while barking at guards to sweep the area. He'd go out on his own in a heartbeat, but assuring you're stable comes first. The minute you were, though - he's gone, spear in hand and wanting to find out what happened. Between himself and Doran, the assassin - or at least whoever hired them - can't stay anonymous for long.
While you're recovering, he does all he can for you. Do you want a dozen pillows, plenty of flowers, books, music? Company or none? Any food or drink - even if the maester cautions against specific ones - will be your's. Oberyn spares no expense, the guilt and anger he feels at "letting" this happen assuaged just slightly every time he grants a request. He prefers you be moved to your shared bedchambers rather than a sick room, both so he can protect you and so you don't feel so isolated.
Doran - His schooled, calm expression finally cracks when he hears the news. He wants to get up at once, to rush to the messenger and shake them, but he has to compose himself. Doran knows these things happen, and he already has clear suspicions of whose responsible, but that doesn't help his racing mind. He waits until the maester has done his job and you're stable before visiting you - for one, he has to calm himself, and two, he has to act fast if he hopes to retaliate.
Doran makes sure you have the utmost comfort while you recover, much like his brother, though he's not nearly as over-indulgent. He often spends time with you in your sickroom, reading you stories or just talking while holding your hand and petting your hair. He has a wonderful bedside manner helped by his steady presence and voice; it's near impossible to pick up the anger and injustice he's feeling. He doesn't want to subject his paramour to that. You should just focus on resting.
Brienne - She feels a terrible chill come over her, and then the adrenaline. She jumps to action. If the assassin is foolish enough to attempt it while Brienne is within shouting distance - they're dead, period, she will not let them escape after they did such a thing. But if it was poison, or a near-fatal wound - she may have to just to get you help. She gathers you up in her arms and easily carries you to help, shouting for a maester or healer, regardless of it was the middle of the night or day. She'll drag one out of a castle if need be.
Brienne wants to sit in while you're being treated, but she knows she shouldn't. She's stewing in anxiety and worry, wondering if she could've done something differently. Once you're awake and stable, it's like a weight has been lifted off. She still has plans for the assassin if they weren't caught - but first, she needs to focus on you. The adrenaline finally runs out once she hears your voice and has your hand to hold. She's so relieved she could just crash next to you, but no, you need her to be steady and strong.
#yes this also means it deleted what i had written sdJFDJSFS#siiiiighhhhhhhhh!#anyway i feel like ive done this before but.... maybe not?? i dont think i ever published it?#cersei lannister x reader#jaime lannister x reader#tywin lannister x reader#tyrion lannister x reader#asha greyjoy x reader#victarion greyjoy x reader#brandon stark x reader#ned stark x reader#benjen stark x reader#brynden tully x reader#oberyn martell x reader#doran martell x reader#brienne of tarth x reader#yara greyjoy x reader
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Lookism Chapter 441 Memes/Thoughts I Have:
(SPOILERS !!! I don’t own any of the Lookism panels and the translations. Only the memes that I made. The sole purpose of this is to provide summaries/reviews for each chapter so if you don’t want to see the rest of it, then just keep scrolling. It’s your choice.)
I really said that I was going to work on this chapter review but I didn't do it until a few days after the chapter has been posted online... Woops, my bad. (My posts will be queued for now, so I didn't post this CURRENTLY. Sorry in advance if I randomly post at around 4 in the morning or something.) Most of you guys probably already saw this, but you know what? Time to bring dinner onto the table! 🍲
H U H ? 👁👁
UMMMM… HELLO??? I stg, if he's referring to Goo... 😭 But oh man, if he were to replace Goo, I wonder how Gun is going to react. And I already heard ab the rumors going around, regarding to what PTJ mentioned before. Even the thing about someone's death, and whatnot. Yes, I know man. 💀 But in all honesty, this Charles Choi arc though... I like it so far. Minus... the death and Charles Choi himself because it's a catalyst for an event that'll happen in the future. Also, yes Charles, you piece of shit. Jichang won't ever think of joining you lol. Even if he agreed, what is there to benefit if he were to side with you? 😀
I don't think anyone has commented on what Charles Choi said about Jichang being a strategist, and he's right about that. Unlike many fighters, I noticed how Jichang is very meticulous when it comes to fighting. He assesses his opponents, like where to properly attack and he notes their weak points and people's most vulnerable spots to aim at, which makes his Battle I.Q. much bigger in comparison to the other First Generation Kings, who just fight with a passionate drive with fists during their fights. (Reminds me of current Daniel.) He's very clever too, and that's one of the reasons why I like Jichang's character.
O K A Y. OLD MAN. SHOWING OFF YOUR NONEXISTENT LEFT ARM, I SEE.
GODDDDD JICHANG, GET UPPPPP MAAAAAANNNNNNNNN. AAAAAAGGHHHH 😫😫😫😫
BRUHHHHHHHHHHH COME ONNNNNNNNNNN!!! I STG, IF PTJ DOESN'T LET THIS MAN WIN- <- My OG reaction 😀
YOU TELL HIMMMMMM JICHANG!!! 😩😩👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽
YES JICHANG PULLED OUT THE SHTICK AND LET IT ROLLLLLLL!!! Oh fuck. Wait, WHAT??? W H A T ????????
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?! HOW TF DID THAT HAPPEN BRUHHHHHHHH??? I THOUGHT YOU GOT THIS IN THE BAG, JICHANG!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭 I'M GONNA GO AND FLIP A BUNCH OF TABLES BC WTFFFFFFFFFF!!!!!!!!
Ok, for starters... Don't they have those DNA test thingies where they investigate thoroughly in crime scenes? Bruh, Charles Choi was HOLDING the gun. CAN'T THEY NOT IDENTIFY HIS OWN FINGERPRINTS??? Also, it's understandable that he might have tipped the police too since he got power. UGGGGHHHHHH PTJ, WHY DO YOU ALWAYS LET THE VILLAINS GET AWAY WITH THEIR CRIMES??? LIKE VIVI GETTING THAT HAPPY ENDING WITH XIAOLONG EVEN THOUGH SHE DOESN'T DESERVE IT. I SWEAR, JICHANG'S BROTHERS ARE GOING TO SIDE WITH DANIEL AND GET REVENGE ON CHARLES CHOI. *s i g h s* Well, anyways... It's time to send them off...
WHY IS THIS MAKING ME SOB BRUHHHHH. 😭😭😭😭😭 UGGHHHHH, WHEN THEY BOTH DIED I REALLY CRIED FOR THEM BECAUSE I ALREADY GOT AN EMOTIONAL ATTACHMENT TO THE TWO OF THEM. 💔
Nah, because this mf will surely get hit with MASSIVE karma. I'm just waiting for that sweeeeeeeet sweet day. (Sorry Crystal, but your dad's a dick. 🤷🏽♀️)
PLEASE DANIEL, AVENGE THEM!!! UGGHHHH IM STILL DEVASTATED OVER THEM. 😭😭😭
I do admit, Jinyoung DOES look good leaning on a motorcycle while smoking on a cig. Also, IDK WHY, but Daniel looks so cute carrying all of those boxes behind him. Honestly, this interaction between Jichang and Daniel looks like Jichang is sending Daniel off to night school or something LMFAO. The boxes looks like a big ass backpack, ngl. ALSO, YES JICHANG, DON'T WORRY ABOUT DANIEL. LEAVE IT ALL TO HIM TO FIND JINYOUNG PARK AND TO BEAT CHARLES CHOI TO A PULP! 😎👍🏽
WAIT... HOLD ON NOW. SO YOU'RE TELLING ME, THE "GRIMM PLASTIC SURGERY CENTER" IS IN GANGNAM-GU ??? Hold up... Tell me, this isn't where Mangi from Viral Hit went for his plastic surgery on his nose...
Tbh I'm not caught up to the recent chapter of Viral Hit, but this was in Viral Hit's Ep. 74 on Webtoon. So... could it be, that he... went there to get plastic surgery...? 😀 (I must be trippin. If I'm incorrect, then I apologize. That part caught my eye while I was reading and I had to tie it back to the First Affiliate because... I FOUND THAT COINCIDENTAL. LEAVE ME ALONE-)
Yup, sounds about right. 💀
Omg? THE HOT DOCTOR IS BACK!!! I KNEW IT, HE'S TOO GOOD-LOOKING TO BE FORGOTTEN AS A MINOR CHARACTER!!! 😳😳😳
To be honest, he looks like he could pass as Eugene and Yoosung's older brother or something. BUT, HELLO??? 1ST AFFILIATE PRESIDENT?????? AEEEUUUUGGGHHHH THIS HOTTIE IS THE 1ST AFFILIATE PRESIDENT??? I'M- 😩😩😩😩
You see... he is one MIGHTY FINE, DOCTOR. 🥴 I wanna see if Doc got some fighting moves or not. 👀 If he does, then he got me S O L D. 🔥
Ok, but this chapter's focus really was on Charles Choi and whatever he did. I'm so eager to see him get beat up by everybody. Oh, but hold on now... If Tom Lee found out what REALLY happened, then that would be a problem too. Hehehehe 😈
Time to wait for the next chapter! ✌🏽
#lookism#lookism 441#lookismaddict#lookism webtoon#lookism manhwa#lookism spoilers#lookism spoiler#lookism memes#lookism meme#charles choi#kwak jichang#RIP Jichang & Bakgu#<- twt announced it not me#noh bakgu#daniel park#park hyungseok#baek hangyul#<- ALSO HOT DOC IS BACK???#WHAAAAATTT
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Yes hi yes hi can you please give me a react of f!lone finding out butchs mom died in the vault and he doesn’t show up to class but she is a good person so she goes to find him and ask if he’s ok even though he’s so mean to her
yes! I’ve never played fo3 anywhere past leaving the vault, so that and other peoples works are all of the insight I have on butch’s personality. I’m so sorry if I portray him a little wonky💀😭 this is written under the implication that they don’t like each other
Nosebleed?™︎
She sighed heavily as she opened her textbook, flipping through it as she and the rest of the class waited for Mr. Brotch to make it into the classroom. It was already a few minutes past time for class to start, and Mr. Brotch was always on time. It just made Lone wonder. Not that she was complaining about wasted class time.
And for a while, it seemed like that was all it would be. That is, until Amata came barreling into the room, sliding into the desk in front of Lone and turning on a dime. Her dark ponytail whacked her in the face, but she didn’t even care. Her eyebrows shot sky high and she squeaked, albeit, quietly: “Did you hear?!”
Lone leaned in closer to her best friend, scanning her surprised and worried expression. “No? What’s up?”
“Butch’s mom, she… well, she died,” Amata whispered the statement, but it seemed to be the loudest thing in the room.
“… What?”
“Yeah, heard she drowned in all that vodka,” Amata whispered.
Lone instinctively glanced around, quickly finding Wally Mack and Paul Hannon at the front of the class, acting totally, completely normal. Did they even know? They had to know, Lone decided, why wouldn’t they? Butch would tell them, right? So why were they here and not with him? He was alone now, wasn’t he? He didn’t have any other family? Amata would take a month off of class to be with Lone if anything ever happened to her dad, so… why weren’t Butch’s friends doing the same?
“-Earth to Lone,”
Lone glanced back at Amata, who was still staring at her. “Sorry, what?”
“I said doesn’t that suck. I don’t know what I’d do if my dad died,”
Lone nodded, glancing back at Wally Mack and Paul Hannon in their stupid jackets. They’d wear the symbol of their group but not waste their time being there for one of them?
Surely Lone was overthinking. They probably didn’t even know. How did Amata even know?
“Where did you hear all of this?” Lone questioned. Amata cocked her head to the side, chuckling.
“My dads the overseer, or did you forget? Plus, my dads out in the hall telling Mr. Brotch,”
Oh, right. The overseer.
Lone glanced around the room warily.
“Where’s Butch?”
Amata looked at her best friend, calculating, questioning with her eyes. “I don’t know, probably holed up in his room. Why?”
“By himself?”
Amata furrowed her brow. “I mean, the rest of his social group is here, so I’d assume. Unless one of the adults is in there with him.”
“You think one is?”
“Probably not. The only other one the least bit qualified to handle any of this is your dad, and I just saw him,” Amata stated, brushing some fallen hair out of her face. “Why?”
“I mean… it kinda sucks for him to be alone, doesn’t it?” Lone questioned, glancing anxiously at the door. Her leg was bouncing underneath the desks. Amata glanced down at it.
“Oh, don’t tell me you’re thinking of going. Butch DeLoria is a mega-douchebag, Lone, especially to us. He’d probably just curse you right back out the door anyways,” Her best friend reasoned. “I know you like to play the role of the vaults resident nicey-nice, but Butch is not someone to pity.”
Lone scoffed. “This isn’t a little misfortune, Amata. Trust me, if it was, I’d laugh. His mother just died.”
“I know that, but… look, even if Butch lets you be all nicey-nice for a minute, he’ll never let you live it down. You’re loading his gun,”
Lone snickered. “If Butch DeLoria lets me be nicey-nice without his arrogance getting in the way? He’s loading mine, too.”
Amata sighed, running a hand over her face. “I won’t stop you, but I think you’ll regret it.”
Lone glanced around again. Where was Mr. Brotch? Oh, right, in the hallway with Amata’s dad.
Lone couldn’t stop her leg from bouncing as she thought over everything in her head. If she went, she’d probably just get a lifetime supply of embarrassment. But if she didn’t, if he was left alone, what if he wasn’t okay? What if he needed someone right then and she didn’t go? As much as she disliked Butch DeLoria, she couldn’t help but feel for him. And as rude as he was, she couldn’t shake the fact that everything inside of her was telling her to go. After all, most mean people have sucky circumstances that make them mean. So was he even a bad guy? The answer was obviously yes. Or was it?
“Wish me luck,” Lone muttered, leaving her textbook on the desk and rising from the seat.
“Seriously?” Amata questioned, shaking her head. “Well, if you come back with a bloody nose, I’ll say I told you so!”
Lone shook her head as she made her way into the hall. She spotted Mr. Brotch and The Overseer speaking in an adjacent hall, so they’d be easy enough to tip-toe by. She couldn’t help but listen in to their conversation as she passed.
“-don’t know. He’s a sixteen year old trouble child. I’m not sure who’d be open to taking him in,”
“-but you aren’t just gonna leave him alone, are you?”
“He’s practically been raising himself all these years anyhow. It might be less stressful for him to work through it alone instead of throwing him into another family setting,”
“But he’s a child-“
Their voices faded as Lone got farther away from them. They were thinking about putting Butch with another family? Butch? As much as she felt for him, she agreed that there probably wasn’t a soul in the vault who’d agree to taking in Butch DeLoria.
She weaseled her way down toward the residential area, into the deeper parts of the vault. Was she really doing this? Going to speak to Butch DeLoria, willingly? She didn’t think about it much because she knew she’d change her mind. She just needed to do it.
So, she exhaled heavily when she stopped at his door. God, she couldn’t believe she was going through with this. But, would she want to be alone if her dad died? Even if Butch was the one who showed up? No.
With a deep breath, she gently rapped her knuckles against the door.
It took a few seconds for him to answer — during which she was rethinking all of her life’s choices — but the door eventually slid open.
Butch looked… normal. He was still wearing his jacket, still has his hair all greased up and perfect. Even the judgmental look he gave her was the same as normal.
“What do you want?” He asked, disappearing from the doorway but leaving it open so she could speak. She stepped forward a tiny bit so she could see him trail over to a couch and sit down on it.
“I was coming to see if you’re… okay. I noticed Wally and Paul weren’t doing such a great job at it,”
Butch inhaled and exhaled slowly. “Yeah, I’m all fine and dandy. You can go now.”
Lone shifted on her feet. “Oh, okay. I’m… sorry about your mom.”
“Me, too,” He replied nonchalantly, propping his elbow on the arm of the sofa and resting his forehead on it.
“Do you need anything?” She continued.
“Sure, I need lots of things, but your pity isn’t one of them,” He hissed, eyeing her from the couch with narrowed eyes. His words were dripping with so much venom that she suddenly understood why he called himself a snake. “Why’re you really here? Recon so you and Amata can laugh at me later?”
Lone’s mouth fell open. “I’m not- I don’t-“
“Just get out, yeah?”
Lone sighed heavily. Amata was right. “I’m not here to make fun of you. That’s your thing, not mine. I just thought you might not want to be alone. Obviously I was wrong.”
She huffed, turning on her heel to head back out the door. She knew she shouldn’t have come. What was she thinking? That it’d be all fine and dandy and he’d have a holly jolly time? Amata was right. She needed to get a grip on this nicey-nice stuff before it came back to haunt her.
Just as she crossed the threshold to the hallway, Butch’s voice came again: “Paul and Wally don’t know.”
She froze, pivoting on her heel back towards the door. She glanced inside. “They don’t?”
Butch shifted on the couch, crossing his legs. “I was trying to keep the number of people knowing to a minimum, and they can’t keep their meatheads shut.”
Lone took another step forward, watching his face to determine her next move. He didn’t say anything, so she stepped again.
“Want me to close the door?”
“Don’t care, nosebleed. If Amata told you, it’s only a matter of time before everyone else knows. She’s always been into handing my personal information out around the vault like Halloween candy.”
Lone sighed and turned backwards, pressing the button to close the door. It slid shut and clicked. He was right, about Amata. She’d told the entire class his mom was a drunk two years ago when he’d insulted her particularly grossly.
“Is there… anything you wanna talk about, or do? Maybe take your mind off of everything?” She asked, stepping forward again. She was thinking about making a move for the seat next to him, but she wasn’t that confident yet. “I can get a board game or something. Or we can just… talk. Up to you.”
“You are trying way too hard to be helpful and it’s making me nauseous. Just sit down,” He ordered. Lone shut her mouth and obeyed, taking a seat to his left and pressing herself against the farthest arm of the couch. Well, she was in the room, so that was a start, right? Right?
They fell silent for a solid five minutes. It felt like a year and Lone quietly wished she was dead for all of it.
“Your moms dead, isn’t she?” Butch asked suddenly. Lone glanced over at him, brows knitted together.
“You definitely know how to start a conversation,” She shook her head. “But yeah — died in childbirth.”
“Do you blame yourself?” He continued. She scanned his face, trying to read it for what in the world he was after, but there was a glint of genuineness in his icy eyes that she’d never seen before, and she didn’t want to lose it by being sarcastic.
“Uh, sometimes,” She replied, glancing down at her hands for a second. “I mean, it wasn’t really my fault but it feels like it, y’know?”
He stayed quiet for a few moments, looking across the room at nothing in particular. “How do you… make that go away? The guilt?”
Lone looked back up at him, her chest tightening as she suddenly understood what this was about.
“You’re… not the reason your mom died, Butch,”
He turned his head away from her. “She was getting better with the drinking, she really was. But it started again when she sobered up enough to realize what I was up to. Who I am.”
Lone’s voice went deathly soft. “It’s not your fault.”
“You don’t know that,” He muttered.
“I know that your mom was coherent enough to make her own choices. You can’t take responsibility for other people’s actions, you just can’t,” Lone tried. “Everyone has free will, you can’t make anyone do anything. They choose it themselves.”
“Why does it feel like it was all my fault, then?” He finally looked back over at her, and her breath hitched in her throat when she saw glossy, crystal clear tears pooling at the bottom of his eyes. Hers immediately started to burn, but she blinked it away.
“You’re… taking too much responsibility,” She stated, looking away at the same time he did. “It isn’t gonna get you anywhere other than exactly where she was. You just need to… let yourself understand that it wasn’t you, it was her.”
He sighed, shakily. “But she did it because of me.”
“That was her choice to make,” Lone stated, carefully reaching over and resting a hand on the shoulder of Butch’s leather jacket. He didn’t move away like she thought he would. “Just let it sink in. It was her choice.”
He let out another shaky breath, accompanied by a few tears rolling down his face. Lone didn’t say anything about them, only rubbed his shoulder the slightest bit, sympathy painted across her features. This was a situation she never thought she’d be in. Ever.
“Why are you here? Helping me?” He asked suddenly. She didn’t move her hand.
“Because you’re hurting, and I’m not just gonna leave you to do it alone. Even the infamous Butch DeLoria needs someone he can lean on,” She explained, but he didn’t look at her. “I know what it feels like to lose your mom. And I didn’t want you to go through it alone.”
He sucked in another breath. “What am I gonna do now? I don’t have anybody.”
Lone scooter the slightest bit toward him, moving her hand from his shoulder to the back of his neck. “Well, I didn’t say I was leaving anytime soon.”
As soon as her hand was there, it hardly took any force to pull him into her because he was already on the way. She held her breath for a moment, because Butch DeLoria was seriously crying on her right now, Butch DeLoria. She could feel his shoulders trembling and his head was really warm on her shoulder. But she settled soon enough, rubbing his back lightly.
He would definitely be back to calling her Nosebleed in no time, and frankly, she wouldn’t mind as much.
#butch deloria#butch fo3#fo3 butch#butch deloria x lone wanderer#butch deloria fo3#fo3 companions#fallout 3#lone wanderer#fo3
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Once again I almost ran over here after the very first scene💀💀💀 so let me get into it…
1. These episodes were not as strong or as long as the first 3 but these writers are funny as hell (not sure if it’s intentional or just actually bad writing but it’s enjoyable🤡)
2. I SCARED MY DAMN DOG LAUGHING SO HARD AT THE PUBLIC VOTE…. OF COURSE fusebox found the one way to get our partner stolen without it being our “twins fault”. I think Amelia redeemed herself for me afterwards when they had their cute twin moment though and I’m still picking all the nice options
3. Of course Amelia’s bedtime outfit is hotter than our options🙄
4. Baby Lewie sleeping on the daybeds🥹🥹 what an angel. I just might have to take the soft route this season💀
5. Bella is the real friend here, thank god FB has *hopefully* learned after the Dana BS that if we say we aren’t into girls we don’t want you to keep asking! No shade to those that want a female Li but I love that she pulled us for a friendly chat and i like her better than Grace
6. Portuguese Party Boy….. that line had me rolling. But he’s not it for me so I led him on but didn’t let him kiss me and told the islander’s he likes me better than I like him. Sorry Roberto looks like I’m staying loyal to Lew until Elliot/Hamish pull up
7. PLEASE TELL ME YOU PICKED THE DIAMOND SCENE TO HAVE HIM FEED YOU THE DESSERT IN FRONT OF LEW?!?! I couldn’t do that to Lew Lew since I’m not into Roberto but please give us a run down since you’re in your villain era😈
8. The jealousy scene between Lewie and Roberto was hands down the best part of this volume and I will die on that hill
9. I can’t wait til Ivy gets absolutely shut down by Baby Lew next week. Ain’t no way he’s gonna kiss her after he just came to tell us she’s been all over him and he doesn’t like it. I can’t wait to see her fall off that high horse of hers and come running back to Ryan with her tail between her legs🥱
AHHH love your takes !!
did u do the Ozzy scene during truth or dare?! and the pool scene. fb couldve just given me that this week and I wouldve been ok.
2. this was SOOOOO UNSERIOUS why would they do this literally every single time. there are 14 volumes and like 87 hotties waiting to come in still. Why does fb keep pushing the agenda that I care THIS much about my first LI. Girly I dont! he's just my placeholder until I can fully unlock Ozzy
3. LMAO I dont even remember what it was but now im desperate to go back and look. I loved the pink lingerie with the robe. thats the one I chose
4. this was super cute 💖 even though im fully waiting for Ozzy im going to stay on Lewie's route until I get there.
5. I love Bella and I'm def going to need another bestie after I get with Ozzy. Grace is already starting to get so annoyed/mad at my MC bc shes clearly going for Ozzy 😬
6. I DIED at Portuguese Party Boy...they were trying to pull a Davide from last summers IRL LI UK. and I was def screaming at the reference
7. OK so I didn't bc I didnt want to do that to Lew!!! like flaunting Ozzy in front of him is one thing but willingly going for a boy I know I dont want...I couldnt do it!
8. STRONG AGREE!! I need more jealousy pls fb!! And not just from the girls!! For me I need Ozzy to get a little jelly too...I am paying for all those diamond scenes! It's what I deserve!
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Rewatching Ninjago
(With no context other than the episode)
Day of the Departed
Im gonna be fr I didnt even know wtf Day of the departed was until i watched the first episode of Hands of Time and was like
“COLES HUMAN AGAIN?!?!???!?”
Did some googling, and bc i dont have Tubi or Amazon, im being forced to use an illegal pirating site 😔
Hdjsbfjdirbr
jk lol
idgaf
I use wcofun.net for cartoons and shit if anyone wants to know where to watch it
I feel like ive seen this movie before…
Was day of the departed on netflix for a while????
Lloyd: I dont get why you get have the Sonic Radar Jet 😒
Jay: Uh, Duh, bc I called dibs 🙄
Bfjsnfjdnsn
Jay: Right Cole?
Jay:… Cole?
Cole: (freaking out and unable to control his car)
Damn, they did rlly good with that beginning. Making it seem lighthearted and then subtly panning to Cole who’s panicking bc he cant get ahold of his car
Awww so day of the departed is like a mix of Halloween and dia de los muertos
Museum exhibit guy: Its spooky time! BOOGLY BOOGLY!
!?!?????!?! im sorry 😭?
That was just so random
…
Why cant they see Cole.
I dont like this WHY CANT THEY SEE COLE.
They dont realize Coles not with them :(
How is that even possible
Were their memories wiped????
Like what?????
Lloyd and misako lit a lantern for Garmadon 🥺
Kai and Nya for their parents 🥹
ZANE MADE AN ICE STATUE FOR HIS DAD?!?!?
Im am just NOW realizing how many people who are close to the ninja have died
“stay close with the people we are still fortunate to have”: (pans to Jay having the best time with his loving parents)
Except Jay. Jay hasn’t had the trauma of someone permanently die on him.
Okay so everyone forgot about Cole except his father. How does that even work.
Coles dad and his singing group are actually pretty good-
Dareth: Kids… always disappoint you. Thats why I dont have any! And because Gayle keeps turning down my marriage proposals….
HFHDJFBJDBF
its canon that Jay and Dareth both know how to do makeup. Dareth and Jay ALSO both have a similar sense of showmanship.
Which means Jay and Dareth are uncle and nephew besties who bond over their shared interests of performances.
Its canon bc i said so.
RONIN?!?? What are you doing here 💀
Honestly, I was gonna be like “Cole. Dude. Chill.” But if I was a ghost I would also go batshit murder crazy if I caught eye of the person who TURNED me into a ghost
….
Why is Yangs temple floating.
1. Didnt it fall from the sky and back to the ground after Nadakhans power was weakened?
2. THE SKYBOUND TIMELINE WAS ERASED. Shouldnt it be BACK WHERE IT WAS.
Why were the villains souls in a vase in Yangs temple
I cant get over the fact that these villains souls just possessed these plastic statues of themselves.
Like, my guys, you don’t have organs.
MORROS BACK BABY
Cant believe these goofy ass goons traumatized the ninja in some shape or form
The departed realm…
Okay. So the cursed realm DIED right, it no longer exists. So did the departed realm replace it?
Pythor?!??!?!
Pythor:… chen…
Chen: Pythor. 🙄💅
Lmaaoo Chen and Pythor having beef is hilarious
JFNDJFNDJDNJFNS The two villains fighting over who gets to kill Zane 😭😭😭
Nindroid: Hes MY clone!
Pythor: technically your his clone
Chen: The blacksmit brats are mine
Pythor: How come you get two?!?!?!
Yangs painting looks so silly being animated 💀
What does Chen have against nya?
Oh wait is it because she disguised herself as one of his lady clowns?
Morro. My man. Didnt you like, redeem yourself by giving Wu the crystal instead of letting him save you? I mean yeah it was a shitty redemption but shouldn’t you be a little nicer?????
Its funny how none of the villains have deep beef with Jay. Theyre like, “uhhhhh, theres one ninja and two of us, lets rock papers scissors for him?”
Wait none of the villains called Cole either-
Is Cole THAT forgettable 😭
Okay headcannon time: Cole never liked fame which is kind of shown after Zanes death. He doesnt like to be recognized. I headcannon that as the ninja got famous and Jay + Nyas relationship became wide spread news, everyone just, FORGOT about Cole. Like no one gave a fuck about him, and thats kinda his own fault too by not going to interviews or putting him out there other than to do his job. He probably just went invisible anytime the paparazzi came close.
Cant believe they remembered Dareth and not COLE.
Yangs backstory lets gooooo
Yang: ah yes, time to conjure this spell of immortality with the ancient precious Yin weapon. (Starts viciously swinging it like hes attacking invisible demons)
Cole: my friends will come for me!
Dude your friends forgot about you. Im genuinely sorry but i dont think theyre coming ☹️
That feeling when you have to fight your girlfriends abusive dad whos supposed to be dead
that ones for the Kai x Skylor shippers AND the Nya x Skylor shippers
NO. YOU MOTHER FUCKERS. THEY DESTROYED THE STATUE ZANE MADE FOR HIS DAD
Nindroid: Oh Im sorry! Did I hurt your dad? Or should I say OUR dad?
Fuck you.
I hate when Ed and Edna get attacked they dont deserve this :(
Why cant pythor just leave Lloyd the fuck alone 😭😭😭
Wu: the eclipse is an omen, but is it one of good? Or bad?
Morro (sneaking up behind him and whispering): Bad. Very bad…
Cole: Why did I use the Yin blade and release the ghosts!
Yang: Well, you were scared you were departing, so I used your fragile mental state- oh wait, you weren’t asking literally were you.
Why do the ninja never use their powers when they need to.
Why are there so many plot-holes in this movie.
Cole: So I uh, didn’t get your name!
Yangs student:…
Cole: Okay, lets call you Chuck. Chuck! Ik you think your yangs student, but you can help me and we can escape together!!!
Yangs student:…
Cole: Okay… no pressure! But you have 3 seconds to decide.
Cole: 1… 2…. 3. (Knocks them tf out)
Cole: Guess im doing this solo.
Jfndjfndjdnt coles great I love him sm
FINALLY SOMEONE USES THEIR ELEMENTAL POWERS.
Good job Jay for actually having some sense for once
Jay: what do you want with my parents!
Skeleton samukai: its not your parents I want! Its you!
Jay: 😶
Im in love with the person who animated Jay in this scene. Having Jay hop back and forth between his two feet like hes ready to fight and then having him fumble with his nunchucks is just, 👌
Thank you for your service random animator.
Why is Coles dads singing group holding replicas of Garmadons evil helmet 💀
COLE JUST STOPPED A SWORD WITH HIS FUCKING THIGHS.
WTF
Morro: No you dont understand! Im not here to fight you. Im here to warn you….
Ohhhh so this is Morros true redemption
Hes gonna die again isnt he…
Okay, so Yang did make all of them forget Cole.
Cole (fighting all of Yangs students): You guys are more tiresome than Jay!
HFNSJBFNSN
Why do the ninja always bash Jay just out of nowhere 😭
Skeleton samukai: If its worth anything. This isnt personal.
Jay: It kinda feels like it is 😀
RONIN?!?
Ronin: yeah… I came to help… definitely didnt think your parents would be at the concert so I could steal some free scrap metal….
Dude. My man. You could quite literally just ASK. Ed and Edna are so nice theyd probably give you free scrap metal and some tea while theyre at it.
I forgot Pixal was still in Zanes brain-
Uncharacteristically, Lloyds fight with Pythor is the most boring fight in this movie.
NOOOOOW THEY ALL USE THEIR ELEMENTAL POWERS.
Pythor: No… just time for a spectacular exit! (Falls of the cliff and crashes through the fucking floor)
Ronin: Happy day of the departed guys! And uh, thanks for the scraps…
Ed: All you had to do was ask 😌
SEE.
Museum guy: My museum!!! What have you done!!!!
Dareth (holding the helmet that controls the stone warriors): Hehe! sorry…
Cole (after knocking out Yangs student, absolutely exhausted, and sounding legitimately sorry and pained): Dont make me hurt you too… ☹️
Last of yangs students: …. (Skedadles)
Morro: Yang tricked Cole into opening a rift to return to ninjago…
Jay: Coooole! Howd he trick you!
Zane: Jay, Cole isnt here 🤨
Jay: Are you sure? Hes been fading a lot lately. Hes easy to miss.
The ninja: WE FORGOT COLE!!!?!!
Yeah. Dipshits. Now its time to save him. AND APOLOGIZE.
Morro returned his plastic statue body to the museum 🥺
He finished what he sought out to do 🥲
Yang: What are you even fighting for. Your friends have abandoned you! You are all alone.
Damn.
Cole probably has abandonment issues doesn’t he…
His mom, then his friends…
Im getting all emotional I need some good Cole hurt/comfort fanfic recs right this instant😭
HES FADING NO
STOP HIS SIGH SOUNDED SO WEAK AND DEFEATED
COOOLE 😭😭😭
COLES LAVA HAND POWERS HELL YEAH!!!!
Yangs pupils actually look so cool. I wanna draw them.
His pupils are alive again 🥹
Yang: My students, are leaving me… I … failed….
Cole: Yeah. Ya did.
Yang: I always fail…
Cole: Yeah, Ya- wait what?
Cole: (having an emotional talk with Yang about how he’ll never be forgotten and that he knows how it feels to be independent and alone.)
Jay: COLE. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ARE YOU DOING THE RIFT IS CLOSING GODDAMMIT.
The curse stating that someone has to stay behind and be the ghost of the temple is so stupid.
Au where Morro snuck into the rift and became human again.
God that would have been such a good excuse to have him back as a permanent character
I hate that they didnt do that
Lloyd: Wheres Cole!?!? Did he make it?
Jay: Oh no…
Jay: Its too late. He’s gone forever.
Jay: Id give anything to have him back… (Wipes a tear away)
Cole: Anything?…
Jay (with his eyes closed): Anything.
Cole (jumping out from behind a rock): Even the Sonic Radar Jet? :D
Everyone: COLE!!!!
I love them sm
THEY DID A TIMESKIP!!!
Cole: So was I right or was I right!
Jay: Goddammit Cole are you gonna tell this story every Day of the Departed 🙄
That was a sweet note to leave it on :)
Headcannon that Cole goes to visit Yang and his temple all the time
My only complaint is Morro not slipping through the rift and becoming human again.
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This ask is an excuse or prompt for you to infodump about your sv headcanons please I wanna hear it
ANON.... ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
God theres so many these r gonna be SO messy and unorganized and above all else, LONG. but let me do my bullet points
Whispered Faith
• Sean..................
• i already said this but sean he/she/it user
• Along with Lee's He/she/they
• Lee's polyam and gay, Sean's gay, and Mo's gay. gay men.
• Sean and Mo....arent on the best terms. obviously. Even before everything Mo was very. suspicious of Sean
• Sean didn't like Mo because it was jealous of him.
• Not fully because Mo had Lee's attention, which, Sean wanted, but also because in Sean's mind Mo was everything he wanted to be
• Strong, He had leadership skills, he was helpful above all else, AND him and Lee were inseparable. Sean hated it.
• He hated Mo
• When he found out that Lee was the keeper, he did feel a little bit of remorse. Who wouldn't after finding out the person you were hunting was one of your good friends
• He got over it fast, though. Especially when the Speaker promised him power. It went to his head. Fast.
• After he died, he and lee made up in the other world, Lee visits often, Sean waits for him.
• One time, Lee tried to bring Sean back. It worked.
• Sean was. DEVISTATED because he'd just been ripped from death and didn't know how to readjust to life. Especially after he'd given everything to the family, and they betrayed him. He had no one except for Lee
• And so he became clingy and wouldn't leave Lee's side.
• Lee didnt mind. ofc. Mo did.
• Mo was actually quite upset that Sean was back, especially after watching him die.
• He lets it be, though. For now.
• Until then, they go to stop the family together 🙏 god bless
Marble Hornets
• Brian!!!!!! He/it/ghoul (ghoul/ghouls/ghoulself) Polyam and Gay
• Tim's a he/she user Polyam and Bi
• Jay's He/they/she Polyam, Gay, and Asexual
• Alex is a he/she user in my head..,,
• Jessica She/They Lesbian
• this. correlates to me and my friends more than I thought it would 💀
• Anyway. Brian goes to the ark for the first time during the jam session, meets Skully, becomes horribly paranoid and suspicious of everyone around him but ESPECIALLY Alex
• He still trusts Tim with his life, though
• Tim's getting worse, he feels worse and his medication is /barely/ working
• Jay's trying to help Alex anyway he can. He's definitely struggling with it
• Eventually Brian disappears, Tim moves on from production, and Jay is zapped away to the ark
• When he comes back, he finds the tapes Alex gave him, looks through them, he tries to find Tim, Brian, Alex, Seth, or Sarah, or anyone else who worked on producing Marble Hornets
• The only one that gets back to him is Tim, obviously
• You guys know what happens from there <3
• Lets do a massive jump. After Jay's shot, and Brian's pushed, and Tim kills Alex, he manages to get Jay and Brian to the hospital before he himself passes out
• It's the first time he's seen Brian in years, both of them are super antsy around eachother, but especially Brian.
• Tim notes he seems... different.
• He's not bright or cheery like he used to be. He's not happy, he's not Brian.
• It's. offputting to say the least. Brian's quiet, he stays to himself.
• When they're released, Jay and Tim start living together. Tim wants to offer it to Brian, after all that's been their goal since they were kids.
• He figures Brian wouldn't want that, though. And he's right, Brian's scared of making things worse again.
• After all, what is he but a screw up.
• So Brian lives alone, while Tim and Jay are together. It's fine, everything is normal.
Everymanhybrid
• Evan He/him Bisexual Polyam
• Vinnie He/they Pansexual Polyam
• Jeff he/she Bisexual Polyam
• Ready for this? Habit is CANONICALLY he/she/it <3
• Giggling because above all else all of my thoughts are on Habit I HATE HIM BUT I CANT. PHYSICALLY STOP THINKING ABT H
• Aroace, but he's been married many many many many MANY times
• The Operator, Patrick Anderson, Lexx WhisperedFaith, The Observer, Candleverse Jeff, Vinnie, etc,
• He gets around
• Anyway- He has things planned out exactly how he wants them to go, from beginning to end. He gets the other creatures of the ark to help him, he's a strategist and the game's mastermind
• He'd love danganronpa btw lmao...
• Also his cameraman is the observer... they have a thing going on i stg
this is all im doing for now i'll do more later if given specific characters ... <3
#everymanhybrid#marble hornets#whispered faith#tribe twelve#the observer#habit emh#brian thomas#tim wright#jeff koval#evan myers#vinnie everyman#lexx whispered faith#sean whispered faith#lee whispered faith#mo whispered faith
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this is a short(?) story i wrote about an alternate universe in which europe doesn’t exist. you might like it <3
oh btw i make music with my friends, u wanna check it out? itjustwontdie.bandcamp.com
Heartworm 2023 / Cancer In America (FINAL VERSION)
CLASSIC EDITION - REDO
my first story rewritten for apparently the fourth time. but i can tell. this one’s the keeper. mostly bc a lot of generations ii and iii are just edited versions of the 2022 ones but whatevs lmao enjoyyyyyyy ✨✨✨💀😭😭✋🏼✋🏼🍠🍠👢👢👢👍👍👍❤️❤️💖💖😂😂😂😂💖💖😂😂💖😂😂💖😂😂😢😂😂😨
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PRELUDE …AND THEN THERE WERE TWO
Let me take you back to March 1927, in a small town in Germany, nowadays called List. All the residents currently living there were gifted, or perhaps cursed, by the birth of a wonderful baby, a son to a young couple trying to make their way through life. This boy was a very special boy and had all his chances to do whatever he wanted as a child, but stayed with the rules and the rules only. Did this truly benefit him or, like, anyone? Find this out for yourself.
At the age of two, he got a job as the spokesman of a nearby toy factory called “SpaßZeit”. It was founded and run by two elderly-aged brothers, Karl and Leon. This company was very famous in West Europe but if you weren’t in that specific area in that specific time period, you won’t have heard about them.
At the time young Konnor got this job, underwater, close to a volcano near a Sicilian village, another baby boy was born, brought to consciousness in an abandoned sea-ville. This boy, soon to be called Oscar, got onto land at around one year of age. He says he doesn’t remember much of the rest of his history, but other times when asked, he’ll go silent, avert his eyes, and leave the room.
Konnor got his parents considerable money over the next few years up until he was orphaned in a freak car accident, his parents drunk driving off a bridge on the way home from a meeting at Spaßzeit.
He and his little sister, Henrietta, stayed at the factory while the two brothers, growing old, nearly burnt themselves building what would’ve been the world’s first animatronic that they called Busterdog. In fact, those two walked right out of the fire without a scratch! Konnor escaped alive, but didn’t think to get Henrietta. Legend says, she apparently fused with or melted into the animatronic. Allegedly, Konnor saw something exit the fire, but it didn’t look like her. Anyways, the next month, on the turn of 1941, the smoke from the fire was still being run out. It was considered toxic, and no one was allowed near the site. The eldest brother (Karl) passed away from an unknown cause and the government was convinced the smoke and ashes carried some kind of virus. The citizens tried to resist, but a lockdown was enforced in 1942. Everyone’s lives in that town became somewhat dystopian from this point forward.
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GENERATION I
PART 1 …FUN TIMES
A 12-year-old boy walked into List. He was very rugged and dirty, but had well intentions. His shirt had holes in it and was an off-putting shade of white and his flood pants were nearly shorts that matched the brown shoe that he had. This boy was Oscar, no last name (known to him, at least). He was going to turn thirteen this year soon. He had been taken care of by an unknown woman for over a year before she mysteriously died when he was six and, missing the ability to relax in a safe home, he wanted to apply for a foster family. In order to do so, he had to go to the Krankenhaus and test and get a vaccine for the disease Blorgschnecke, and it affected mainly teens. In the waiting line, he grabbed an article of the local newspaper instead of watching Tokio Jokio on the little Fernseher. He didn’t know much about the current events. He was, in fact, homeless. He had been living mostly behind a dumpster for about two years.
Konnor was having an awful day, as he was applying for a foster family that probably wouldn’t love him and his birthday present from the universe was a Q-tip up his nose and a needle full of toxic chemicals to counter the ones already in his system.
Oscar was the only one not wearing a mask in the line. Everyone else was angry at him. Finally, one man spoke out and everyone started yelling at him. He was confused, as he could not hear what they were saying. Konnor noticed this and told everyone to take their masks off because they were becoming useless: most people in line had them around their chins.
While a riot formed in the street and buildings crashed, Oscar and Konnor stared at each other, flabbergasted, from across the crowd.
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The next week, the two met in the woods. The government was getting worse every day and gangs were forming that would publicly loot and murder civilians.
They talked for a long time, and they agreed that for the next couple weeks, they should stay somewhere to protect each other. They went searching for a suitable shelter to temporarily stay for the time being. Most places were either taken or, more commonly, past the point of repair. The two finally settled on a cave just south of the mountains.
It was very empty there, and the cave didn’t go deep. Oscar also pointed out that there was an old man to come with the cave. When asked what he was talking about, he turned around and pointed at the surviving Fun Times brother, Leon. He was not aging well, and he had heart problems that showed. He looked up at Konnor like he was an angel.
He said, “Ah! How you gave me such a fright!” They slowly hugged. Leon was tired, yet Konnor wanted to ask questions. “How come you didn’t talk to anyone after Karl passed away?”
“Oh, Konnor. Those legends are crazy. Then again, who knows what could have come out of the alliance of the Dark A…”
Konnor awaited patiently for the end of the pause, but soon enough realized it wasn’t an intentional pause.
The man suddenly couldn’t speak. It seemed he was choking, but he didn’t have anything in his mouth. He looked like he was trying to pry hands off his throat but there was nothing there. In fact, very soon, there was nothing there.
Konnor tried to see if he had a pulse while Oscar rubbed his forehead in disappointment, saying “Why does this have to happen to every old person we meet?”
Konnor continued to panic.
“How could this happen?! Help!”
“Maybe it’s Sinbad or So White and the three Coyotes,” Oscar pithily pointed out.
“Have you tried checking his pockets?” “What could be in there? How would that even help?! Get in your head!” “Just check them.” Konnor kneeled back down and, shaking, reached his hands into the old man’s pockets, to find a folded up piece of paper. It seemed like a note. “Give it to me.” Konnor refused and kept it to himself. They started wrestling on the floor. They got each other in a lock and Oscar quickly grabbed the note. He unfolded it. “Well? What does it say?” “It says, stay away from two things in life. The evil robot, and the.. beast of the night? What, like a dragon or something?” “I have a question.” “What?” “How did you know to reach in his pockets?” “I’m from a place where it’s actually… customary to look in dead people’s pockets. “Where are you from, then?” “I… oh, look! A dead body! We should get that out of the cave before the police get us!” “Okay…”
They shoved the body outside of the cave and rolled it off a cliff. “Glad to see that old man gone,” said Konnor. “Really? I thought you liked him.” “Naw, all he ever did was burn down a factory trying to build a dog from scratch.”
PART 2 …MORE FUN TIMES
“Well, if we’re gonna eat anything, we’d better set up a fire and get some meat.” “Who elected you leader of this outfit?” “You don’t have a last name! How am I supposed to trust you?” “I know how to make hollandaise sauce.” “Do you even have parents?!” “Why do you need to know?” “I doubt you even have a family.” “What about it? What about yours, Konnor?” There was some silence.
“I’ll only get into mine… if you get into yours.” “Fine, I’ll get some kindling.” “Mm hmm. I’ll hunt whatever I can.”
When Oscar came back with kindling and a little dagger from in the middle of the woods, Konnor also came back with two dead pigs. They had a big meal that night.
The next day, Oscar took one of the bigger bones and, intending to make a broth, boiled it in water along with some random spices. He got curious when the whole batch turned blue and started bubbling. He took it off the fire and drank some. It tasted nice. Nothing happened. He heard a loud noise coming from the cave entrance.
He ran over and Konnor was sitting nearby. “Konnor. What was that?” “What was… what?”
“That noise, just now!” “I didn’t hear anything.” “It was coming from this room.” “Look, we need more firewood, and I’m busy finding leftover steel to make helmets and that kind of stuff.” “Swords, too.”
Oscar walked over and tried to open the entrance like he normally did, but it was stuck.
Konnor went to open it for him and see himself in even more glory, but it was stuck no matter how hard they tried to open it. This was bad, this was very bad.
Oscar ran back to the kitchen and the pot where the potion-like broth once was was now empty and there was little to no sign of spillage on the floor. Oscar began to feel very dizzy and uneasy and collapsed without warning on the kitchen floor.
PART 3 …VISITORS
Oscar had experienced some changes since the kitchen incident and become paranoid and even more malnourished.
He kept trying to make a potion that would “undo the curse”.
He had boarded off the original place where he made the cursed potion and would sometimes inhale too many fumes and forget entire hours of time.
While, along the way, he had made some interesting and wacky broths, he didn’t find a ratio of ingredients that was the same as before.
The two had been living together for months now and it was early 1943.
The two had managed to open the entrance, but it was very hard so they would keep it open all summer and closed all winter. Oscar had begun to make a potion book, documenting each “precise” combination. “Precise” meaning “a little bit” and “some” and “a lot”, of course.
Konnor began to regard Oscar as a wizard, and their roles in protecting the cave began to become clear. Konnor would hunt and make metal things, Oscar would make potions and do anything with wood, and they would both garden, which was especially hard since there wasn’t much natural light in a cave nor enough space to garden out front.
It would sometimes be tricky to keep this routine up, however, but only because sometimes Konnor would be tired or have injuries. Oscar was a good fighter when it came to beasts and such but still didn’t like the feeling he got when the enemy was dead or hurt, even when the enemy was particularly mad or evil.
Someone knocked on the entrance.
There were two people, a girl and a boy.
Konnor and Oscar invited them in and they opened the entrance from the outside, making it movable again.
The visitors, in uniforms of some sort, formally introduced themselves as Diana and Michael as they made their way through the
Diana said, “What are your names?” “Why are you asking?” “We have a warrant.” “From who?” “BND.” “This is a really bad time to come-“ “Well, regardless,” said Micheal, “we have been sent here by the German government, and you people are living in this cave without a telephone, housing license, and address.” Konnor pointed out, “How do we know you people aren’t scammers? You look a little young for the government.” Diana showed him a badge with a picture of an elderly man on it. Konnor said, “Wait. That’s not-“ Diana started fighting with him and Oscar ran away. Diana was good at karate but she spoke German, both confusing and bad news for Konnor. He threw hard punches but she was quick and dodged a considerable amount. Oscar ran back with the last potion he made and dumped it all on Diana without any warning. She disappeared as it was pouring. Michael was now gone too.
“Oscar…what did you do?!”
“That doesn’t matter right now.”
“Doesn’t it?!”
“You invited them in and I only defended you and that’s all I’m going to say about that. Don’t make me come over there and bludgeon you with this metal pot.”
Konnor went silent.
Oscar walked to the entrance and went outside.
Konnor immediately followed him out the door but when he looked around, Oscar wasn’t anywhere.
Oscar woke up on some leaves in the woods at midnight. It had been two weeks since the fight with Diana or…whatever her name was. He got up and saw some blood on his hands. He looked at the leaves below. They were also blood red. Blood was dripping down his front. He then looked around him. He could feel the trees looking at him, staring at him. He felt paranoid.
The trees told him it would be best to go and leave the woods behind. He obeyed something for once in his life and ran away.
He woke up in the passenger seat of a Volkswagen Beetle next to a guy who was a few years older than him. The moon began to go down. The driver said, “What were you doing out in the woods?” Oscar said, “Well, I’m not completely sure.”
“Oh, come on, it’s not like you were sleepwalking?” “I… really hope I was.” “And, if you weren’t?”
“It’s nothing. I think the question should be, why would you pick up an unconscious stranger from the woods at two A.M?” “I don’t know. You were bleeding from the head-” “I was?” Oscar felt his forehead and there was dried blood all the way down to the end of his nose. “Yes, you were. And you looked like a gang beat you up.” “Yeah. What’s your name?” “Brian Adams. Yours?” “Is this interrogation gonna go on any further?” “Look, just, where do you live?” “In a cave, only northeast of that abandoned bomb shelter.” “Got it.”
Oscar pressed his face against the window so that his nose was snow-white. He looked at the trees, and their leaves fell off. Their branches formed crosses and the clouds began to turn red. The clouds dripped a red liquid down onto the ground which grew plants. Oscar exclaimed, “Look at that!” “What is it? Show me.” They pulled over. Brian grinned. In real life, there were actually no blood plants and no crossed trees and no out-of-ordinary clouds.
The driver got out a knife. Oscar said, “This is weird. What do you think it is?” “I think… you’re one of them.” “One of who? Is it those Mexican guys who go around stealing earlobes? Because I have nothing to do with them.” “You’re one of the cursed ones.” “Huh?”
PART 4 …PLACEHOLDER ARC
The moment there was a flash of light, there was nothing.
The moment there was a vision, there was simple, plain, wandering blindness.
The moment there were bleeding vines, there was then a road.
Oscar was running down this road, covered in his own blood once again.
He ran into a Glundenheisten (grocery store) and started looking for scissors, a staple gun, matches, or anything else that could be used to fight Brian.
He lit a match but dropped it in the corner, five boxes of wafers now engulfed in flames. He was still looking for a blade of any kind and not acknowledging the safety hazard two feet away from himself.
That’s when an alarm went off in the building.
Policemen ran in and told everyone to find shelter. Konnor ran to Oscar and shouted in the midst of all the noise, “Why did you run away?!”
“The trees were telling me to!”
Konnor was enraged at this.
“You’re insane! The trees did not tell you to run away!”
“They did, too!”
“That doesn’t matter. We have to get OUT of here! Come on!”
“What’s all the commotion about, anyways?”
“A nuclear bomb is being fired at us!”
Oscar, who’d never seen or heard of a nuclear bomb, gazed in amazement out of the window, surrounded by chaos and fire.
“Huh,” he mumbled to himself.
“Will you look at that…”
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GENERATION II
PRELUDE …AWAKEN, DARLING
Welcome to September 1945, the perfect time of the year to live in America.
Just warm enough, orange trees, kids playing in the park, people waking up from comas…
Two who fell under this category were Konnor and Oscar, your favourite apocalyptic survivors.
I know what you must be thinking. Apocalyptic? What am I talking about?
You’ll see.
After this, there’s only one more generation, by the way, and then something really wild happens.
Beep, beep, beep.
Beep, beep, beep, beep.
Beep beep beep beep.
BeepBeepBeepBeBeBeepBeBeBeBeep.
BeeBeeBeeBeeBeeB-B-B-B-B-Beeeep.
The same way the hospital machines frantically press when heartbeats become faster, Konnor and Oscar jolted to consciousness in their beds.
“What year is this?”
“1945, sir.”
“We time travelled two years in the future?” Oscar didn’t know what to think.
“Only two? This sucks,” said Konnor.
The doctor said, “You didn’t miss anything. The war kept on going until a couple days ago.”
There was a note on their bedsides, it said, “BUSTERBLORG IS COMING”.
“Where are we?”
“Las Vegas, Nevada.”
“Oh. Well, we should be getting back now.”
“Back to where?” asked Konnor.
“Germany, of course!”
“And what business do we have there?” “Getting back our things, or at least the things that haven’t exploded anyways!”
“I’m pretty sure our cave will be covered in mould by now.”
“What about Buster?”
“What about him?”
“He was a robot! He could’ve sent the nukes!”
“Nuclear Bombs, and he’s probably been in the garbage disposal for a while now,” said Konnor confidently.
“Recycle, and he’s probably been after us for quite some time now,” said Oscar bitchily.
They got out of their beds, had their equipment taken off, and signed their checks as Johnny and Bobby.
PART 5 …DON’T BELIEVE IN YOURSELF
Jonathan and Carlo were people.
Okay… uh.. Good people or bad people?
Oh, yeah, I’ll tell you that later.
Jonathan was from Holland, an interesting place to be at the time. He was raised by loving parents who always stood side by side but one of them disappeared one day so Jonathan left to embark on a journey trying to find his mom and the phone charger she took with her. (Yes, I know, 1945, “at least be true to your own story”, okay, fine.) Jonathan met an older friend, Ray, they called him, and he owned a smoke shop. Carlo was born to a loving household in the Islands, out of which he got adopted because they couldn’t afford him anymore. He was then raised by somewhat strict French-Dutch parents who didn’t see him often. He ran away and started living behind a smoke shop, where Jonathan found him and they became friends who would sometimes buy eachother food and protect each other from the mobs.
They started to travel Europe and try and find a safe place to stay.
One day in Germany, Jonathan saw a rusty gate surrounding a torn building that said “Do Not Trespass! BND Only.” Jonathan trespassed, not being BND, just to see what the big deal was about an old building. What could be the matter?
He thought he saw something move in the ground. Its spikes poked out of the ground as it slithered like a snake, smoothly through the dry dirt. The dirt crumbled into rocks and clumps.
Oh, but this wasn’t a snake. It roared in his face, showing its terrifying fangs and eyes. He didn’t know what this thing was! He screamed and tried to run, but he tripped and fell.
He heard something else coming from inside the building.
He got up.
He then saw a humanoid shadow run away from behind the building.
He grabbed his camera and took pictures of the giant slithering creature and the shadow-like silhouette.
He ran away back home and told Carlo all about it, who told the newspapers.
Konnor and Oscar always checked the newspapers at the 99-cent Depot (there were no Glundenheistens in Las Vegas) in case Leon or Busterblorg showed up and they had to make a run for it. Konnor noticed an article about cases of strange, mutated animal sightings surrounding the 1941 Europe pandemic. There were theories of radiation. He told Oscar. They both knew they had to go back to Germany. This was not over.
———
Their cave had been mostly cleared out.
There was still the pot that was used to make potions, even though it was a tiny bit warped.
There was a bow-arrow and a sword on the ground, a couple other not-important things, as well as a note.
It read, “BUSTERBLORG HAS RISEN”.
———
Oscar - Memory 1
Underwater, Oscar felt stinging all over.
He didn’t know what was stinging him.
The place was completely empty, and it was a bit eerie to him.
He swam down to a house and what he thought could be shelter.
The door was open.
He saw pictures.
Pictures everywhere.
Oscar picked up one displaying a mom and a dad and two kids.
The mom’s face was carved out, as well as both the kids’.
The dad looked somewhat unhappy in the picture, even though they were at the beach.
Did he not like the waves?
Was he upset by the trees?
Was he angry at his delicious drink?
Perhaps.
Or, perhaps, he was in an unhappy marriage.
Maybe the mother got custody of both the kids, so their faces got carved out too.
Or the kids and the parents had a falling out too big to repair.
A good situation made bad.
Of course, Oscar didn’t know that this was a family, that there were other people at all, because it could have been random spots carved out of the photograph.
All he saw was a picture of an unhappy man.
Oscar pitied the man and brought the man everywhere with him. He gave the lonely man the gift of company.
But the man was still unhappy.
Oscar hugged the man and complimented him and made him a hat.
But the man was still unhappy.
Oscar was tired of this man not smiling so he stomped on the picture, the glass shattering into millions of pieces and shards.
The man was now smiling.
———
Konnor and Oscar, who just happened to be dressed in black, filled a bag with their things.
Three knocks were heard on their door.
They looked at each other.
“Oh, no.”
They opened the door to see younger Jonathan and Carlo standing there.
“We were forced to!”, exclaimed Oscar.
“Yeah! By the government!”, said Konnor.
“Well, we are the government,” said Jonathan.
Carlo gave him a look and said, “What? Excuse Jonathan, uh, we’re not. But if you are taking their stuff, we would like their potion book.”
“P-potion book?” Oscar had been thrown sideways by this request.
Konnor, still collected, said, “Okay, but I and my friend must talk. Sorry, just a moment, please!” Konnor then abruptly slammed the door.
It was clearly audible what they were saying.
“OSCAR! No! NOOO!”
“Whatever happens, we have to stick together!”
“What do we do?”
“Why are you asking me?”
“Your book, your choice!”
“Your fuck, your shit!”
“Uh?”
“Okay. …Let’s grab this…” “What are you doing?”
“Barricading the door.”
Jonathan, trying not to laugh, put his ear up to the door as Carlo said, “Why are you barricading? We’re not government, promise, okay?” “Sorry! No cook book for you! Sorry, Jonathan or whatever you said your name was!” “Yeah, it’s Jonathan!” “I’m Carlo, by the way.” Carlo reminded Konnor of himself, so he thought he could talk some sense into him. “Okay.. Konnor, how do we know we can trust you with our book?” “Because I’m Carlo Agouza. Headline of Vegas News.” Osczr was shocked, but also was angry at himself for not realizing this. “Uhhh… what are you doing here?”
“I know about your whole situation with the Spaßzeit building, and I know you have something to do with the… well, that.”
———
The two opened the door and they all sat down.
“So, why do you need my recipes?”
“Well, Jonathan and I are going to try to do two things:
Uncover the radiation mystery and make ourselves immortal.”
“Why, though? I get it about the radiation thing, but why do you need to be immortal?”
“Because we need to live long enough to see the end of the Cancer of Videt.”
“Cancer of Videt?”
“Yeah. It’s a long story, but when the time comes, we will be there to kill the Cancer. It’s a curse that is carried through not just rogue body cells, but rogue life.”
“Wow,” said Konnor. “We might have some experience with that.”
“Great,” said Carlo.
“How did you find us, though?”
“Well, it’s a lot of digging.
Jonathan and I did our homework. You used to be the spokesperson of Spaßzeit. Then, we found that, by the time the Lockdown had ended, you had disappeared.
We then traced you to the ‘43 explosion through a spy named Brian Hopkins, and that you were flown into Canada by a soldier because German hospitals need home addresses and you were living in a cave. No caves in a ten-mile vicinity of that old Glundenheisten exist besides this one.
We believe his mother’s been taken by this curse and that the entirety of Europe, especially this town, has also been plagued by this curse.
We need your help to destroy this Cancer.”
Oscar and Konnor looked at each other and nodded. Konnor spoke.
“Well, here’s what we think. We need your help, you need our recipe. If you can work with us on our radiation project, we can be your supplier of all things Videt.”
PART 6 …A NEW PLACE
Blood.
Blood everywhere.
Oscar only saw Brian.
Carlo was smiling.
Carlo was laughing.
Carlo was holding Oscar’s head.
Oscar’s body had been left on the ground.
Konnor was sitting there with a giant hole in his stomach.
He was yelling at someone, like they were in a fight. Maybe he was angry at Jonathan, who was running out the door.
Then, Oscar’s head started to regurgitate blood. Blood was thick and bright red.
Things started to go dark.
Then, he woke up.
Konnor was brewing some coffee.
Lately, it seemed that things were looking up.
Despite Oscar’s visions, it wasn’t anything he hadn’t seen before, and he just shrugged it off.
Nobody really knew why, maybe it was just the way the light came through the cracks in the stone, maybe it was that Konnor and Oscar’s party had expanded, maybe it was that now they all had a common goal, a purpose.
Also, recently, Oscar had turned sixteen (fourteen if you don’t count the coma).
Later this week, they were going to set out to Keystone Hollows, a small and peaceful Sicilian village just by the bay, because that is supposedly where Brian went. And they’d had a lot of questions for him.
They had started packing their things.
They each had an individual backpack to take with them, and a small ice box that they would fill with snacks.
Konnor’s backpack had inside a first-aid kit that Carlo lent him, clothes, a compass, a dagger, and a bottle of water.
Oscar’s backpack had inside an axe, a wool blanket, a jar of change, a notepad, a rock, clothes, and a bottle of water.
Jonathan’s backpack had inside a bow and arrow, a candle, a lighter, a packet of money, and two bottles of water.
Carlo’s backpack had inside a notepad, two pens, sunglasses, and some seeds.
On Sunday, they began their expedition. They put up a defense system containing extremely potent poison that Konnor and Oscar made, a tripwire that Jonathan just had lying around, and a lot of cardboard.
———
Konnor - Memory 1
“In Ordnung Junge! Dies ist Ihre Zeit zu glänzen!” Leon assured Konnor’s confidence.
Konnor smiled nervously as the camera began to zoom in on him. He didn’t particularly like being on camera, but he understood that his work was valuable and his family would get paid in return.
He began to speak his lines.
“Hallo, ich bin Konnor. Meine Eltern schenkten mir ein Spaßzeit-Spielzeug aus echter, gereinigter Menschenhaut! Ich spiele damit und habe so viel Spaß mit der neuen Technik.
Holen Sie sich unsere Nazi-Hitler-Spielzeuge für nur RM 1 bei Ihrem örtlichen Glundenheisten!”
Kinder, lernt jetzt fluchen! Mach deine Eltern wütend!”
The brothers were so happy, they hugged Konnor. They gave him a dagger for him to remember them by. He kept it for the rest of his life.
———
They traveled via hitch-hiking, an experience that Konnor had to hold Oscar’s hand through.
It wasn’t a very long ride, since they were just going through Switzerland to Italy, but it was very scenic and they enjoyed the trip.
Then, they just had to deal with the over-sea journey. They didn’t have the money for a flight, and they were in a rural area.
The group took a rowboat across the vast 20-degree water.
They landed safely on the outskirts of Keystone Hollows, southwest Sicily, just by the ocean.
Something about this place was familiar to Oscar.
———
Konnor - Memory 2
“We’re going to be fine, Konnor.”
“Don’t worry, Konnor.”
Konnor gazed at the steaming pile of crashed cars on the narrow bridge highway.
Konnor’s mother suddenly screamed. His father was shouting swear words.
Suddenly, the car was dangling off a bridge. Konnor had almost pure adrenaline pulsing through his veins.
His father told him to climb and that he would be okay.
He climbed up and got back on the highway.
He, shivering, followed the cars and planned to find the nearest shelter.
After a few hours, Konnor spotted a shelter, but when he got to the front door, his parents weren’t behind him like he expected them to be.
———
Monday, October 1st, 1945.
Radiation had spread to parts of Spain. It was all over the news. It had been declared an epidemic.
Of course, Konnor, Oscar, Jonathan, and Carlo weren’t hearing of this, because they were in Keystone Hollows, a small Sicilian village.
They built a chest with their weapons and blades.
Oscar also made some sort of tool that he didn’t name, using mainly Jonathan’s stuff. He didn’t use it for the rest of that trip, but kept it in his pocket no matter what. Now, back to navigation.
You look east, you see a gravel road and a sandy town, way out in the hills, and past it, the idyllic grassy meadow, the trees slung with foreign decorations.
You look west, you see the vast, seemingly endless ocean, and some sort of rusty boat and abandoned dock not far off the shore.
Something about that boat looked awfully familiar to Oscar. He wanted to go see it, but they would have to do that later. For now, they had to go through the grassy meadow, into the Greater Mountains where, supposedly, Brian lived.
———
Oscar - Memory 2
Suddenly, as Oscar stared slack-jawed at the ship, everything turned more vibrant and colorful, as if through the lens of a toddler’s vision.
The ship returned to its old, beautiful, sparkling, majestic state. Where some old rotting piles of wood stood began to grow some small buildings. Shelters, perhaps.
Oscar began to spectate himself walking towards it. The place was beautiful on the inside. Everyone was friendly there, and he had a lot of friends.
an v oi
———
The four walked into the main village, Konnor and Oscar dragging the ice box.
It was a pretty place, but there wasn’t much to see, given that it was rural and small.
The first thing they saw was a parrot on an oddly placed branch, no tree to be seen. The branch was dug into the sand.
The parrot said nothing but, “Go no further! Go no further!”
They eventually found a shelter to stay.
They left their ice chest there, and decided to come back every day before sundown.
Oscar was silent the whole time, as residents looked curiously at him and the rest of Konnor’s party.
Seemingly out of nowhere, Carlo grew a blank stare and started to walk out. Konnor and Jonathan followed him, not knowing what was happening.
One of the residents had told Carlo exactly where Brian was, in exchange for half of their money. They now had $5.30.
Meanwhile, Oscar stood still, frozen by the haunted atmosphere of the building.
———
Ding-dong.
Ding-ding-dong.
DingDingDingDing-dong ggg.
DiDiDiDiDiDidi—dong.
A man wearing a suit and a moustache came and answered the door.
Confused, Konnor explained, “We’re looking for Brian…Brian?”
“Brian, the old owner of this house? I think he must be 20 now.”
“Then who are you?”
“I’m Lorenzo Adams.”
“Lorenzo? This isn’t our dude. C’mon, guys.”
“Hold-Hold on!”
“What, Lorenzo?”
“Have I seen you somewhere?”
Lorenzo pointed at Carlo.
“I’m Carlo Ago-“
“Oh my, Dio! My cousin Leronza lives in Nevada! She mailed me this crazy newspaper about things happening in France and Germany and Hungary- I- Well, I think I might be able to help you. But it depends on what it is that you are seeking…”
———
Oscar woke up on some leaves in the woods at midnight. It had been two weeks since the encounter with Lorenzo or…whatever his name was. He noticed that the leaves below him were blood red. He looked again at his hands. They were also blood red.
Blood was dripping down his front.
He then looked around him. He could feel the trees looking at him. They told him it would be best to go and leave the woods behind. He said no this time, as he had become curious what they were driving him away from.
He began to walk over behind the trees.
He suddenly felt something on his right leg. He reached down and felt it.
It was a pair of freezing cold hands.
Oscar got dragged down to the dirt.
He looked up and saw Brian’s face.
Except it was pale and gaunt, and it had bite marks on it.
Brian, almost turquoise a shell, made two very shallow, rattling breaths. He then ceased to breathe.
Oscar tried to wake him up or see if he was still alive but to no avail.
Oscar walked out onto the road.
There was nothing on it. There was, in fact, barely a road. The road was covered only in cobwebs and further darkness around the corner.
He tripped on something and fell backwards, hitting his head and blacking out.
———
“So, Lorenzo, grace us with your intellect.”
“Well, you see, I used to be a scientist at this place… Draagen Facility, we called it, but no one ever knew the real name, just the address.
We would experiment with nuclear radiation, early atom explosives, all the dangerous materials.
Once, we tested male rats in a small environment riddled with nuclear radiation.
One of the twelve Ratten survived, but had clear physical changes—if not injuries.
Also, we put three plants in that small environment. One of them grew. We called that plant something.”
“What was the plant called?”
“I… can’t remember.”
Suddenly, the door slammed, as if one of the boys pushed it. None of them did.
Konnor pulled it back open, even though it felt like someone on the other side was trying to hold it closed. They walked inside, and suddenly, instead of the aerial, wooden home filled with beautiful furniture, it was
cemented and packed with cobwebs. Everything was grey and rotten. There were maggots everywhere.
There was a pile of completely moldy tomatoes directly in the kitchen entrance. Jonathan walked further than Konnor and Carlo did, and saw that the Fernseher (television set) was on.
He sat on the floor silently and watched the alarm test that was being aired.
WARNING! PERICOLO! GEVAAR! DANGER!
Air quality has dropped to below the “red” level in these areas…
Please, all families and citizens, stay in the nearest shelter. There has been a recent explosion in your area and there has been a toxic air alert of 16.1 pCi/h. This is extremely dangerous to breathe or be unprotected in. Get all of your things and hide underground until further notice.
Various jarring alarm noises came from both outside and the Fernseher.
Carlo went running outside, going back to the shelter to warn Oscar.
He left his backpack, though, and Jonathan planted three trees. That was the last time Jonathan went outside for a long time.
PART 7 …BRIAN LUGOSI’S DEAD
Welcome to the wonderful Keystone Hollows — The place that you’ll never leave!
———
The group had returned to the cave, now more of a half-underground mansion hut, and hid cooped up in there in the midst of what might have been just a typical everyday nuclear apocalypse.
Carlo noticed that all his things are gone.
He didn’t use everything he brought, however.
Everything in the ice chest had been eaten.
There were just empty bags and cans left. It wasn’t like a crazy person had gone through it, though. It was very neatly done, as if by pressure. Each bag was popped in the lower-left corner, each can was just slightly opened, but the straw handle was perfectly in place.
Carlo assembled the bags all into place, so that all the seals were facing south.
They formed a drawing of two trees.
Carlo immediately ran outside of the cave.
He saw two plants growing out of the ground, in the left half of a small planter.
———
Oscar woke up in the cave.
He was trying to deny to himself that he woke up in the cave. He wanted to go back to the woods and find out what happened to Brian.
He then saw the amount of blood coming out of his head and put a wrapped gauze bandage on.
He fell asleep again.
———
March 20, 1946
They were living on tallow and some mysterious fruit that they were growing inside next to a light bulb. Carlo was feeling ill and had a migraine recently but didn’t complain too much because he didn’t want to kill the buzz of Konnor’s upcoming nineteenth birthday!
Konnor was an adult now, and this was an important thing to celebrate.
So you can imagine their confusion when a fog began to roll over Europe and the Fernseher that they had stolen from Keystone Hollows suddenly wasn’t working.
Oscar mainly took care of Carlo and fed him healing potions every now and then. He was good at keeping secrets, so he kept a lot of Carlo’s. By the way, Oscar still didn’t explain the ordeal of the woods or his bandage to them, but would disappear a lot to the woods to try to find him. There were no cobwebs. It was like there had never been any. In fact, he rarely ever talked to anyone besides Carlo.
Jonathan was starting to develop a theory that they had never left Keystone Hollows, as well as a much more likely theory that they had never actually left Germany.
Some possible incentives to think as such:
Ray, the owner of the smoke shop he lived behind, was called Lori by his friends.
Just like it would have been for Lorenzo.
That reminded him of the search for his mother and how off-track he had gotten trying to distract himself. Her name was Loretta.
Konnor was beginning to worry that this fog wouldn’t clear over before his birthday.
This was a strange situation, and Oscar and Carlo knew something the rest of them didn’t.
———
“No. No! No! NO!”
Oscar was digging around in the wood once again, for darkness and cobwebs and Brian’s body. None. Just a completely empty valley where the road was, and tulips growing where all the cobwebs were.
Spring. Spring. That’s why, that has to be why, he thought. Too many flowers, too many of something or other.
He had only been there before in fall and winter.
He wasn’t at all paying attention to the fact that he was searching these woods at one in the afternoon.
He was too busy worrying, burdened with Carlo’s secret.
Oscar was frantically digging in the leaves, getting teary-eyed. He just wanted an answer.
He suddenly felt dizzy, like he was on a boat.
That’s when the floor started moving.
Oscar looked east.
He saw a pile of leaves covered in sand and, past it, more woods, the trees slung in foreign decorations.
No! No, no, no, no! This can’t be it!
Oscar looked west.
He saw a creek past the tulips.
In that creek, there was an abandoned rusty old boat, half sunken.
Oscar was running towards it as if he were running for his own life.
Then, just as he was about to touch it, he tripped on Brian’s body and, hooked on it, fell right into the creek and quickly drowned.
Instantly, he woke up again in the cave.
He gasped for air as he noticed, in a split second, that he was back home.
Okay, this is some kind of cruel joke, isn’t it, thought Oscar. I refuse to engage and I will find answers!
I am going there and I am going to find Brian and I will force him, one way or another, to tell me everything.
———
Oscar saw a shadowy figure in the woods.
He started to chase it. Every turn it took was unexpected and he got slowed down. He picked up speed and was just about to grab it but he fell down into something.
Oscar woke up again in the cave.
No, no, no!
Oscar went back to the woods.
He saw a shadowy figure in the woods.
He started to chase it. He remembered the route it took. He managed to grab it and jumped over the hole he fell into.
He pinned the figure against a tree.
What he saw was something undead. It growled at him. He held it down.
It snarled at him.
He held it down.
It opened its mouth wider than any human could do, and it screamed at him.
Oscar, frightened, jumped back, letting the monster go, and hit his something on something, falling backwards.
Oscar woke up in the cave again.
He went to the woods but this time he could not find the monster or the boat.
He looked at his wristwatch and the time had not changed by a second since the first time he went into the woods.
He noticed that every time he went into the woods he forgot another thing that happened.
———
Konnor looked down at Oscar, who had been caught attempting to bleed out on the kitchen floor again.
Oscar had been gone for a week with no explanation as to where he went. Carlo had gone missing as well, but he hadn’t reappeared yet.
Jonathan was busy baking Konnor’s birthday cake and decorating it.
He was stressed about Oscar and Carlo. What is going on with those two?
Oscar went silent for a half-year and disappeared for days.
Carlo went silent for a month and disappeared indefinitely.
When Oscar finally did return, he came unconscious.
This was a strange, strange situation.
Jonathan was now almost completely sure that there was some place that they never left. He wasn’t sure where it was, though.
Oscar jolted awake suddenly, his mouth closed and dripping with blood.
He pointed at the entrance.
“What are you pointing at?”
PART 8 …SO, THEN, A WORMY THING
Oscar - Memory 3
Oscar sat, eating a dumpster frankfurter.
It was dark outside.
Suddenly, Oscar saw light, and heard a wail.
He thought the heavens had come down to Earth.
He thought he was dying.
He looked suspiciously at the frankfurter, which, in daylight, was actually covered in mould, and then looked back up again at the sound.
Then, he heard a voice screaming.
Then, there was an explosion.
Then, there was nothing.
Oscar got up. He walked towards the source of the explosion. He heard footsteps.
He then saw a flame. One flame, two flames, three flames, a considerable amount of sparks and smoke, then the building was on fire.
He saw something walk out of the building.
Then, another, smaller explosion.
Then, once again, there was nothing.
And then there was everything.
And then there was light.
Broad daylight.
Oscar lay in a pile of ashes and asbestos.
He got up and dusted himself off.
He heard a horn.
He saw a boat sailing away.
———
“Hello…” “Jonathan, did you invite this woman?” “No..”
An elderly lady stood at the door, leaning on a beaten wooden cane.
The old lady showed herself the way inside.
“Boys, I have very crucial advice for you!”
“What?!”
“Don’t mess with radiation. It is very bad for your health. And we wouldn’t want you going and dying, would we?”
“Wait, how do you know us, again?” “Heartworms.” “I’m sorry?”
“He died of heartworms. The things sick dogs get. Karl died of heartworms. No one knows, except for the police, most of which are dead.”
“Hold on, how are you surviving the apocalypse as an elderly woman?”
“Why, I was born in the apocalypse.” “Excuse me?” “I was born in 1941.” “That wasn’t an apocalypse, that was a virus, like influenza.”
“No, I’m not sure you understand. I was born in 1941.”
“How could you be an elder if we, teenagers, are thrice as old as you are?!” “Well, actually, I’m nineteen today,” stated Konnor, confidently. “Well, technically, you’re seventeen today,” added Oscar with an additude. “Well, technically, shut up,” yelled Konnor. “Up yours, birthday boy,” growled Oscar.
The elderly woman was startled by their argument. Wait.
Where did the elderly woman go?
———
April 2, 1946
Jonathan woke up from a deep slumber.
That was a good night’s rest, he thought. Had to have been over 8 hours.
He glanced at his watch.
Oh. It actually had been over eight hours!
It had been nineteen days!
He didn’t remember anything about celebrating Konnor’s birthday but he remembers stabbing someone… Oh, no! Did he stab Konnor? Did he stab himself? Did he stab a stranger?
No, he thought as he observed the green blood on his knife. He walked further into the front room and noticed that their cave’s rocky floor had been uplifted by something cylindrical.
Hooooooold on a second.
He remembered a dragon of some kind.
This was the breaking point for Jonathan.
There is something wrong with this cave, he thought.
And then, as he looked up towards the ceiling, he saw someone (not Oscar, Konnor, or Marco, but a stranger) hanging on the drying rack.
Okay, that’s it, I’m out of here, Jonathan thought. He started packing his things.
“I’m gonna go find Mom.”
By now, he had almost completely forgotten that Marco ever existed, so that was useless by now.
He walked out of the cave, leaving behind that chapter of his life. He had given up on ending the Curse, he had given up on life in Germany. He was finally heading home.
———
Now, it had gone back to just Konnor and Oscar, but now, instead of defending themselves during a time of corrupt government, they were defending themselves during a time of no government whatsoever.
It was April 18th when they awoke.
Carlo and Jonathan were gone, and so were their things.
got up and looked down at a very pale Oscar. Right beside his head was an uplifted trail of blood-washed rock and stone. The entrance was open!
Who knew how much radiation the two could’ve been exposed to while they were asleep?!
Konnor looked down again at Oscar, who seemed to have gone back to sleep. He attempted to wake him up. Nothing worked. Also, in doing this, he noticed that Oscar’s skin felt quite cold.
Flies began to gather on Oscar’s skin. Konnor had to waft them off and keep Oscar warm.
He covered Oscar with blankets.
Konnor started to make some bean soup.
———
Oscar woke up.
He was alone. Everything was blurry.
What was this place? What was happening?
Surrounding him were four walls, each with two or three doors, all closed but one. And the open door led to nowhere.
He looked up, and he saw more doors on the ceiling, what looked like a reflection of the doors he was in the middle of. He tried walking up towards one of the doors and realized his body was sideways. He looked down at where he thought one of the walls were, and it was just the floor again.
Oscar looked behind his shoulder and saw the same wall of doors that he was facing. Then he noticed that his body was also facing that wall.
Had he even turned his head at all?
Where am I?
What kind of weird game is this?
He tried to open a door. It was locked.
He looked closely at the door. He blinked.
He realized he was looking at his hand.
He was now, once again, in the middle of the room.
Oscar started to panic.
He ran over to another door. It was also locked.
He tried to escape, but wherever he went would lead him to the exact same spot.
He tried to open another door.
He pulled with all his weight and was sent flying.
He noticed the door was now opened wide and that a vague shape of some smaller person was walking into the room.
There Oscar stood, staring at a 12-year-old Oscar.
Neither of them knew what to say.
———
Konnor would check on the plants every other day or so, just to make sure it was still growing.
He was beginning to wonder if he was losing his mind. Where was everybody? How was Oscar still able to take a nap?
It felt like Konnor’s life was at a standstill.
He could stay here at the cave with Oscar, who was more or less dead, or he could move on and get a life and try to save the world and be the hero. But he couldn’t do that if he had waters to plant and a care to take friend of and a giant food of supply, could he!
No one knew that he was alive.
And he didn’t know that anyone else was alive.
His entire life was now a leap of faith that, somewhere out there, there was a good samaritan. Someone that knew about him.
They’d better come fast, because Konnor was starting to see two of everything.
———
“Un-fucking-canny,” mumbled Oscar as he looked at every angle and every scar of his old self.
“What happens to me?” “What do you mean?” “If you’re me, you’d know. In the future, how do I go from me to you?” “I- I guess you don’t.” “What?” “If I’m dead and I’m seeing you, then you’re dead.” “No… I’m not. I can’t be. I can’t die at twelve!”
“No. Listen to me. Get out of Germany now.” “Why should I trust you? What if this is just another broken delusion?”
“No, I’m trying to warn you! You need to leave Germany as soon as possible! You are going to die!”
“But-“ stuttered the younger Oscar,
“If I leave, then you die.”
“No! You don’t understand! I’m dead because you stayed in Germany. You’ve got to get out of here now. Turn back.” “But if I left then you would never exist.”
This stopped Oscar in his tracks.
“Oh. You’re right..”
“You know what? This is a stupid trap! You’re not me!”
Oscar was trying to explain to him to leave, but he kept realizing that no matter what Young Oscar did, Oscar would end up dead.
It was like Death had Oscar in a checkmate.
“But wait!”
“There’s no worth waiting for you. I hate you.”
Oscar’s eyes welled up with tears.
“No! We have to stay here! I’m real! I’m you!”
“You’re no person. You’re just a curse.”
———
“Konnor? Is that you?”
A deranged-looking Oscar, covered in blood and rotting pieces of flesh, got up and hugged Konnor. “Yes, Oscar. I’m here for you. You were asleep for a couple hours,” giggled a dirt-covered, limping Konnor.
He pointed at the ceiling, just above a wall that had black scribbles on it.
“MONDAY TUESDAY WHENSDAY THURSDAY FRIDAY THIRSDAY EIGHTDAY ONEDAA ONEDA OADANDA”.
Oscar looked behind Konnor at a giant pile of shriveled fruit and discolored soup.
There were maggots and flies everywhere.
“Konnor…” “What is it, you guys?” “I really messed up.” “Me too.” “No, like, I messed up really bad.”
“Well, let’s hope the sleep midgets don’t punish you.” “What?” “I’m so glad to see you. We’ll get through it.” “Merry Christmas,” said Oscar on this 1st of May as they embraced each other.
This was actually not the lowest point in either of their lives (see: Konnor became an orphan and Oscar was homeless in the winter), but it came very close.
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“What did we get beat by?” “I don’t know. I remember an old lady and then I remember someone killing her and transplanting into this wormy thing.” “So, then, a wormy thing?” The two were dressed and clean now, but neither of them were all the way mentally stable, and the cave still smelled like beans and rotten apples.
“When was Christmas again?” “I have no idea.”
Oscar went to sit down and he took one of the rocks growing off of a branch of their plants and dropped it in some acidic bean soup.
It sizzled and let off steam. It smelled nice, like roses. He studied it with a microscope and poured it all out into a bucket that he dumped onto the plants. The plants immediately started to look different, but neither of them paid attention.
Outside was starting to look more like it did, but they still kept an up-to-date map about areas with more radiation than others.
Konnor was noticing that he had a headache, and so did Oscar. Neither of them knew why.
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GENERATION III
PART 9 …START AT THE BEGINNING OF THE END, MY FRIEND
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Some time in the mid-late 1940’s;
X-rays had finally come to underground post-apocalyptic Germany, so Konnor and Oscar were able to finally get a good diagnosis.
It was a somewhat cold summer, given that the ozone layer had been completely shattered and who knows what that could have led to.
Konnor and Oscar walked up to the Krankenhaus to finally get tested to see whatever this was.
It was a miracle, they said.
A miracle about what?
“A miracle that you’ve lived this long.”
What?!
“You have tumors.”
Oscar and Konnor had gotten diagnosed with brain cancer for being exposed to too much radiation.
Neither of them knew exactly what this meant, but it was scary for sure.
Oscar still hadn’t told Konnor that he was a curse — that their bond was a curse — and he wasn’t sure when he was going to.
The two climbed out of the underground Krankenhaus, worried and confused.
Was this the beginning of the downfall of Oscar and Konnor?
Well, only time will tell. But, I must say, things are gonna get really interesting.
———
Konnor had a plan.
He knew now how everything was gonna go down. It wasn’t all sunshine and flowers, either.
Oscar was planning to tell him about what happened in the room of doors.
He was now completely sure that they were dying because he killed his younger self.
That had to be why this is all happening.
If his younger self was dead, both of them would be dead. Their lives had to go exactly the way they did, or neither of them would’ve been alive.
And they were now desperately trying to track down the monsters that attacked them before, because Konnor was sure that these things were the curse. As you well know, though, having seen all sides of the story…
———
With every stroke of the brush, Oscar’s art got more beautiful.
He was painting a butterfly.
It was a blue butterfly.
He put his arm around to reach for a different brush, and instead of what he was looking for, he felt cold faux leather.
He reached behind himself again, just to feel the same material, what seemed to be a shoe.
Oscar turned around in panic, only to find that he was at his own funeral.
He got up from his chair and, shaking, stared silently at his own dead body.
Konnor stood at Oscar’s coffin alongside others, shaking his head.
Oscar wandered the room, looking at everyone who was attending.
He saw the faces of Carlo, Jonathan, Michael, Leon, and he paced further to see a collection of strangers, the doctors that had diagnosed him, and the thing that shook him the most, his parents were standing at the foot of his corpse.
How were his parents here?
He had no parents!
Parents were supposed to be mean and selfish and unforgiving!
He didn’t even know what his mother or father looked like. How could they appear in this sick dream?
How would they know their son, who they probably never touched, died of a brain tumor? This was when Oscar walked up further.
He discovered that a brain tumor was actually not the cause of death.
Oscar’s dead body had been stabbed in the heart several times.
“It all makes sense now,” said Oscar coldly to himself. He tried to signal to everyone that he was there and, in fact, alive but the people attending didn’t seem to notice or care.
“I was the curse of Alkam, and Jonathan and Konnor finally killed me.
So… what, now?”
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PART 10 …I DIDN’T THINK I WAS GONNA GET THIS FAR
You’ve read this far, you must like this story. Do you like it enough to keep reading, or does this feel like a fit time to end your journey? It is up to you.
In the event that you choose to keep reading past this little checkpoint, I think you’ll find that the remainder of your time with us here in post-apoctalyptic Nazi Germany is more carelessly written than the previous few parts. Consider everything from now on bonus content if you’d like.
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Oscar finally confronted Konnor one autumn morning.
“Remember John an-an’ Carlo?”
“Yeah, what about them?”
“They… kind of killed me.”
“What?! Blasphemy! What, are you stupid? If you were dead I wouldn’t be talking to you right now!”
“No. Konnor, listen. They killed me.” “Whatever. And?”
“I was the thing they killed.” “Okay, now you’re just repeat- you’re just rephrasing youself. Tell me what happened.”
“I was the thing I killed.”
“Explain, please.” “I… was… the thing… that they lived… to kill.”
“Yes? …And?!”
“I was… the curse.”
“The- ha!- the curse of what?”
“I… am… the curse.”
“You’re the reason Germany’s an ashtray?!”
“Konnor.”
“Are you the reason I don’t remember what my family looks like?
Do you know how awful it is to not remember what your family looks like?!”
“I was stabbed in the heart! It weren’t no toothpick, either! You were alive! You were alive and well! I wasn’t!”
“It was a mistake to ever meet you or move in with you into this cursed death-pit.”
“The first thing I ever saw was a boat! That boat sank! We read about that boat in the news! I should’ve known then! My first bed I ever slept on was shared with an inmate who was known for murdering children! I lived in a poor kingdom where we were treated like slaves and then when I finally escaped I lived with someone who died within a year of having me!”
“I’m leaving!”
“Please do, do leave! I’m going to do nothing but harm you.”
“Well, that is obvious.”
Konnor swiftly grabbed all of his possessions and slammed the cave entrance on his way out.
Oscar began taking down the boards that he had used to block off the old part of the kitchen.
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PART 11
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1948 was a strange year so far.
Well, of course. After all, it was Konnor’s and especially Oscar’s first time living completely alone in years, except this time, he had a home to take care of.
It was also Oscar’s first time living as a dead person, believe it or not.
He still wasn’t entirely sure who killed him, Jonathan and Carlo or himself. Imagine if he was dead because of the Room of Doors incident.
Strange autopsy that would be, don’t you think, suicide by homicide?
The fifties were approaching and the remainder of the government had already built up an entire faux Europe; the one that the world lovingly knows today. They had already killed everyone that knew about what happened, or so they thought, and the last flight from Original Europe was leaving for New York. (unnamed) had boarded that plane. Oscar’s ex-roommate.
Even though it had only been a month or two since (unnamed) had left, Oscar had forgotten what his name was.
Oscar didn’t have to worry about his brain tumor because it was indefinitely terminal at this point, but he still had his moment of nervousness and anxiousness.
Wait, when did Oscar grow a tumor?
Anyways, he was planning to kill a monster later this week at the canyon. For now, he planned on making life potions, ones that cost the most resources. Luckily, he had (dying) plants outside and he was living in a cave about half a mile away from the mountains, where all sorts of things lived and grew. But he didn’t need those resources, because he wasn’t planning on making potions any time soon.
sWAIT!
———
Konnor had quickly gotten used to the bustling nature of Albany, New York. He had gotten a job as a bartender. He was planning to buy an apartment where he could start to write papers so he could quit his job at the bar and become a businessman, hopefully in Senate. Sometimes he missed his old life with Oscar, when things were simpler, but he knew that a freer life in America was worth it. However:
He did not take into consideration that, in order to apply for Senate, he would have to state his hometown, and according to every map being produced from that time on, that town never existed, only “List” which was in its place.
———
Oscar held out his knife against the creature, who had shapeshifted from a humanoid animal to a dizzyingly gigantic mutated earthworm.
This was the beast that had nearly killed him before? Interesting.
Oscar, filled with rage, swung his blade against the pattern of the beast’s scales, leaving a bleeding gash in its side.
The giant spiked heartworm burrowed underground and rose back up, lifting Oscar into the air.
As he was flying directly above the thing’s mouth, he realized he had bitten off far more than he could chew.
The beast jumped up and, just as it was about to bite off Oscar’s leg, he ran on the area below its mouth, using it as a floor. He jumped down below onto the ground. He landed on his feet.
An earthquake happened all at once, shattering the ground. Oscar, standing on a falling fragment of the ground, jumped and threw his blade at its eyes. He missed and his knife landed directly into its mouth. It choked on the sword as it had dragged itself down its throat horizontally, cutting open the tissue to drain out blood and pieces of entrails.
Oscar thought he killed it. He tried to climb back up. The heartworm had successfully eaten his knife, however, and slithered towards him in all of its wrath.
It dove down into the hole he was in.
That’s when his vision went completely black.
———
Oscar woke up, almost drowning in a sea of red water filling up the canyon.
He swam up to the top in a panic, and accidentally swallowed some of it.
He saw the creature laying dead on its back.
It had drowned in its own blood.
Oscar was both happy and also scared… and… a little cold, if I’m being honest.
It started to hail outside.
Now, hear me out. Oscar might not survive.
He is swimming in infected, tar-like, frozen blood. There is a very little chance of him surviving this one.
I mean, c’mon, we’ve already intercepted his death like, what, 5 times, now. If he dies this time, there ain’t no savin’ that guy. Like, maybe it’s just meant to be!
———
Okay, it’s about time I did an arc with Jonathan. Plus, I type well enough now if I want to turn off autocorrect, so now there’s no excuse not to.
Alright. Carlo’s dead, so dear old Johnny boy went… where? Wait, lemme scroll back a second. So many backstories… yeesh…
…M’kay, found it.
So, Holland was a nice-ish place to be in the later 1940’s. They and Hungary were the only ones mostly not affected by the apocalypse, so their economy was amazing at that point.
However, Jonathan was more damaged and brooding than the other boys there, who were mainly just playing games all the time; that is, when they weren’t in school.
One day, as he was checking another street for his family, he met a boy named Johannes (Dutch for Jonathan; they literally had the same name) who was having a hard time with school but wanted to learn so badly after the war and such.
They had a conversation and Jonathan found that a lot of the struggles Johannes had with school were the same ones Jonathan was having with his search. It was hard; he could barely keep up with all that was happening but this was so important to him; etcetera.
The two eventually became friends, creating a complicated dilemma. Our dear old Jonathan didn’t want to leave the warm company of Johannes, but he also didn’t want to get sidetracked on his journey for another five years.
And don’t go trying to jarringly interrupt this part, because it’s not going to
PART 11 …A GOOD LOOK IN THE MIRROR
Now you’re all caught up with where our dear sweet Johnny boy is in his life and mostly perpetually will be,
we can continue with the rest of the story.
———
Oscar swam out of the dirty Aqua-Pack canyon very calmly and slowly, knowing (thinking) that he was, for sure, going to die because of Jonathan killing him. So this gave him a lot of liberty in whatever he did.
Regardless, Oscar was now back home in the cave.
He was silently awaiting the day our dear old sweet innocent Johnny boy would return.
What he really wanted to do was go try to find (unnamed) but he didn’t quite care enough, knowing that it would be near-impossible if he didn’t know the guy’s name.
So he stayed back and started mentally preparing and gearing himself for our dear old sweet innocent loving Johnny boy, angel boy. :)
———
After Konnor got rejected from government jobs, he had no choice but to go to “Europe”, except this time with no friends and no money.
Hot diggity dam.
———
Oscar, fully armed, had spent every day for weeks awaiting the return of Johnny Angel Boy Oh My Goodness He Is So Amazing Angelic Wonderful Dear Old Loving Sweet Kind Generous King Of Gratitude Savior Of The Universe.
But, instead of The One And Only Johnny Very Kindest God Soul Amazing Great Cool AngeOscar instead got Konnor in a ripped up, burnt top and dirty and stained jeans.
Oscar put a finger to (unnamed)’s mouth.
“Shhhh, sh-sh-sh-tsh-tsh-ttsssshhhhh.” “What is it?”
“Blink twice if Johnny’s behind you.” “Wha- why?!-“
“BLINK TWICE, GODDAMN IT!”
“I got cured.”
“What?!”
“I had a surgery in America. I’m tumor-free now. The surgery and radiation cured me. But then they banished me.”
“You didn’t even send a postcard! Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because then I can do this,” said Konnor slowly before he rose like a shadow upon Oscar and stabbed him six times in the heart with an old dagger.
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PART 12 …EPILOGUE
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Berlin, Faux Germany, April 1965
Oscar walked along the grassy fields of Berlin. A bustling city it was indeed, but it never failed to preserve nature and wildlife.
The nuclear families and mass civilization never knew that Oscar had existed.
His life was of no importance to them.
They didn’t know the truth.
He didn’t care at this point. All of this, his whole journey through modern urban culture, was nothing but a cold reminder that nothing mattered anymore. No one would ever know.
When Oscar had awaken from the dead, the first thing he wondered was,
Where’s Konnor?
But Oscar soon learned that the Cancer had killed him.
That means there was no funeral.
Anyone out of the very small group who had known Oscar still probably thought that he was alive and well.
And the thing Oscar was most deeply terrified about was that he didn’t seem to really care.
He knew full well that he was destined to wander this city and watch it disintegrate until everything went to black and there was nothing to wander anymore.
Just nothingness.
And thank you for reading my confusing, poorly-plotted fairy tale about cancer in America.
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FIN
9/29/2020 - 5/23/2023
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Chapter Seven: More Than One String to Her Woe, Part 1 Review/DISCUSSION
Insight into the story happens here.
This was long...it was 13 pages plain on Google Dicks, I think it's now 20.
Purple is Afterburn Canon quoted.
Pink is Wednesday Addict's observations/questions/etc.
NC-17
>> Words of honor : truancy, jutting
Your “Words of Honor” amuse me, since they seem so simple to me. But then I have to remember that my biggest fans aren't from Anglocentric countries. 💀
>> I was going to state "cats aren't a problem" but then my cat came harassing me. But they are cute? So it's fair.
I love cats, but I also have two very old dogs that need to be watched all the time. I can’t bring them up there because the cat would hate it, and so would my old boy, since he doesn’t like cats (they bully him because he's weird). He won’t eat them, he’ll just bark until the cows come home. And my neighbor dumping her shit out on me completely disrupted the flow of my creativity, which I’m still trying to get back, BTW.
Speaking of cats, Morella makes a rather surprise appearance in the next upload. She’s kind of important…. 😺👹
> Maybe if you're nice to me I'll write a scene just for you. <
>> Yeah, well working on it! : joy: But I don't know how many tor happy points I have collected so far nor how much happy points a scene/fic is!
Too many happy points, but it seems like we're pretty much on the same page anyway. Weird how you're kind of a mind reader. A PSYCHIC. 💀
>>Now.... we established she is wealthy...could she zombie revive him like crackstone? Would only need a couple of victims.
I’ve thought about that, but I don’t think zombie dick would be very fun to fuck. …🦠🤢🦠🤢🦠🤢
I HAVE thought of a crossover with another show I like, which could change things in terms of what to do when he dies…which might be a better option rather than zombified Donovan.
>>One young Detective has alerted us of tire tracks matching the tireburns left behind by the car that ran over our mayor. There. Easy.
He’d have to make a report with specifics/can’t say “one young detective”. She can’t be known to be involved at all, given police protocol.
>>Slurp.
Yes, but was it fudge flavored?
>>Ha, I quite like her, nice and direct also loyal AF
Lou-Anne Walker is here to stay. She has unfinished business.
> She's brilliant like that.<
>>She is, I suppose that happens when you learn and study and fuck each waking moment instead of mindlessly scrolling tiktac or reading fanfiction...wait... ..
Wait, you can learn things from reading fan fiction too! So long as the author knows what they’re doing. I could have bored the living crap out of my readers with an extended Nepenthes lesson because like Wednesday, I too have a parent who is a botanist (I learned of pitcher plants when I was a kid), but I didn’t want to drag down the comedic scene with easily forgotten details.
>The rain had come down just as hard<
>>Is there a rain kink? Because that is unexpectedly hot. Like the scene she had with Xavier in Ep3…
You will be happy to know that the “big scene” between Wednesday and Donovan in Chapter 8 (“Come on, Addams. Gates took my son away. Don’t let her take you from me, too.”) happens in a serious downpour. Also, as you were publishing your comments, I was publishing Winter 2023, which mentions her desire to smell the rain during the smutty part. She is a pluviophile, as are Gomez, Morticia, and Pugsley.
>>A real gesture would have been to let him explore her ladyparts for a couple minutes undisturbed and describe them to us!
Perhaps that’s coming (ha ha) soon, though in his mind, she’s got little moth wings (which has been used in the text to describe part of her parts).
>that she was fucking the town's sheriff<
>>Curious thought is that she may have gotten the smell another way, say, being detained / searched by him, or spending time with him discussing the case, assuming sex right away seemed like a leap.
The scents of sex are much different than just normal scents, and werewolves have the same type of receptors that dogs have. They can smell things the same way dogs can, and can tell the difference between someone having just shaken someone’s well-lotioned hand (like with Xavier and Thing) and two bodies all up in each others’ orifices. Sex has a specific scent (genital fluids, sweat, pheromones). And with the way Wenovan’s been going at it…it’s strong in Enid’s nose.
>dirty AO3 fan fiction<
>>YOU DID NOT also, bruh Enid how is this helping your grades again?
I did. Tee hee.
>>Ness does care enid, you are just not smart enough to realize not all people are like yourself. I myself like to keep my room neat and tidy….
Enid’s collection IS pretty fkn scary. She has far too many plushies, FFS.
But Afterburn Wednesday’s would, actually, decorate in a similar manner as Yoko (they have similar tastes). It’s just that she brought nothing with her because of her escape plans...she didn’t think she was staying, so why bring any prized items besides her weed kit and utility garter (I consider her inherited ashtray and coaster part of her weed kit). The larger items could be shipped back home easily after her escape (cello, gramophone, typewriter).
>>We love coach Vlad in this house right? He's like the only competent teacher.
Yes, and he totally knew that Bianca would nick the little arrogant newbie’s face good. His side eye when she proposed no masks/tips was hilarious. I feel like he was irritated that his best fencer was being attacked for no reason (as he said quite decisively that it was a clean strike and Rowan had no reason to be a little bitch).
Gates is competent at what she does too. She's just an evil twunt 🤣
>>That's a curious question, do you have the answer to it? (Enid wondering about Wednesday killing Donovan with sex)
No, cardiac arrests during sex aren’t prosecuted as manslaughter or murder. For prosecution to happen, the act must be something that the partner is doing (like bludgeoning or strangling someone during the act of sex), and then it’s not the sex that killed them, it was the instrument and the person wielding it (e.g. the opening scene of Basic Instinct).
>>Yoko is just great. That's all.
I like Yoko too.
> I mean, in this case, seems like 'Lucy' can hold her own.<
>> Big one. Also including some of the gray face comments you keep getting. This I think sums up my way of thinking perfectly "in this case", these situations really are case by case.
A good lot of the cases are terrible and unfit, due to the naive and ignorant nature of the adolescent. But brain development differs immensely (more on that in a minute, given something you wrote).
>> Example given : How do we feel about a 10 year Boy with a 52 year old Male teacher ?. I would hope we agree about "wrong" but now, where is the line ? 12 ? 14 ? 16 ? 18 ?
A 10-year-old boy with anyone is pedophilia (unless they’re peer experimenting, which used to happen pretty freely since kids get curious…of course now they have the internet), and with a 52-year-old male teacher? Lock that MF up.
My line is sixteen, and people can be mad about that all they want. Age of Consent was sixteen in my state and it wasn’t a problem back then. Like I might've mentioned in my Tumblr, it’s my body, my rules, and once I turned sixteen I no longer had to worry about people going after any of my partners. You can tell that I’ve trained AB Wednesday to stand firm to the same mantra.
>> Mental maturity/puberty/Who is the aggressor and countless others play a significant role in determining that line. Example given: If Principal Weems would be attempting to seduce Eugene. That I would consider pedophilia.
Yes. Eugene is barely pubescent (he’s got peach fuzz on his upper lip, so he’s getting there). He also seems like a freshman. “Beems” (Bee Boy + Weems) seems like a really freaky pairing…Eugene would have to go through puberty first, but then that just reinforces your point.
>> People love to hide behind the law as the be all and end all, but don't consider that the age of consent in most places is 14+ and some places even allow marriage before sex. In Cyprus and Malta, the minimum age of sexual consent is above the age at which children can get married with the consent of a public authority and/or the parents.
Activists are wanting to force the age of consent from 16 to 18 in a lot of places in the U.S. I don't think there's any state in the union left that has 14 as the threshold. I didn't think there were many Euro countries that were still at 14, either (which to me is too young, but w.e., Europe 💀). The whole marriage thing is wild too, but when you think about hundreds of years ago when noble people wed, they would often marry off their children at an early age but the marriage wouldn't be able to be consummated until the girl reached a certain age.
One thing a lot of Euro countries have over us is comprehensive sex ed for kids, though now I'm seeing some shitballs become influenced by the prudish Americans (see: sour reactions under posts about Evanna Lynch’s relationship w the dude who played Young James Potter…she was 16 when they started dating, I think he was 21 or something).
>>Besides. Even Adult couples, where one partner is, say, 23 - An adult by every type of classification, and the other 61 I see people calling pedophile - like, that word does not mean what you think it does.
People have watered down that word so much that it's meaningless when people throw it at me. Pedophilia is the literal attraction to pre-pubescent children (generally the age range is 6 to 12 years old). If people need the labels, then use the labels correctly:
An infantophile/nepiophile is someone who is attracted to babies/toddlers up to ~5 years old. (🚩🚨🤢 SNS for judging! 🤢🚨🚩)
A pedophile is someone who is attracted to pre-pubescent children, with a general age range ~6 to 12 years old. (🚩🚨🤢 Again, SNS for judging!🤢🚨🚩)
A hebephile is someone who is attracted to those just entering puberty (~11- to 14-year-olds …*repeat alarms/red flags here*). Humbert Humbert of the novel Lolita was a hebephile.
An ephebophile is someone who is attracted to late/finished pubescent adolescents (~15- to 19-year-olds). Would it be fair to call Donovan an ephebophile? Was he attracted to 15 to 19 year olds before Wednesday came into his life? (The answer is very clearly, no.)
A teleiophile is someone who is attracted to adults and sexually mature teenagers. Normally the masses are teleiophiles.
A mesophile is someone who is attracted to those who are middle-aged. Afterburn Wednesday is a mesophile.
A gerontophile is someone who is attracted to elderly people. To each their own, but the general masses who get married to their soulmates and grow old together eventually become gerontophiles. 🍋🤭🍋
>> The word they are searching for is "Oh wow that's quite an age gap, iam lucky it does not concern me in the slightest" Same with the word "child", while…Take this quote: The World Health Organization (WHO) defines an adolescent as any person between ages 10 and 19.
Yes, there are some good points there.
>> Also : The brain finishes developing and maturing in the mid-to-late 20s.
The prefrontal cortex ‘finishes’ by around 25, but that is an average and that whole study wasn't read for what it meant. The researchers examined several factors that influence brain development in adolescents and thus someone like Afterburn Wednesday would've been able to mature faster than other average people, so I'll just leave it here.
Ignore what they say about cannabis because that doesn't work the exact same in the Afterburn Universe. It has less of an effect on outcasts in terms of health detriment.
>> If those people see a happy married couple aged 82 and 91 that have been together for 65 years they want that too, then they do the math and realize they married at 17 and 26, and then proceed to lose their shit.
People are generally bad at mathing.
>They must be<
>> Frankly too large tends to overboost a guys ego. I know of a man who got a 10 inch monster who treats his partners like condoms. Was it worth it? Only they know. // Also id like to point out lesbians are a thing. They seem quite content without a male appendage present.
When I was 14, I had a 15yo boyfriend who had one of those monsters. It was huge and he didn't know what to do with it. He was a dumbass though (a Kent-level dumbass), and a huge reason why I then stuck to way older men.
Lesbians aren't always content without a male appendage, that's why there's a multitude of phallic toys made just for them, like the double-ended strap-on. …Actually now that I think about it, I don't know any lesbians IRL who DON'T have a strap-on. Some vaginas just crave dick (but not the dickheads behind them), it's literally shaped to accommodate them (or other phallic items 🥒🍌🍆 😂).
Yoko is like that. She's 90% lesbo but likes actual dick every once in a while, hence her admission to Bianca about being with Xavier. Yeah, that makes her a little bisexual.
>To her, he was perfect.<
>> He is quite a catch I must admit.
The language I used mirrors Donovan’s thoughts from the previous chapter: “To him, she was normal. She was his normal.”
>was hiding a pain so great that <
>> A Man who knows who the monster is and isn't doing anything about it, endangering her, Enid, Xavier, and injuring Eugene. I see no way where she will receive this news in a good way.
It's his son. When Donovan tells Tyler “More than you could ever know” after he answers the question, “Did you ever even love her?”, Donovan is basically confessing: “I loved her so goddamn much that I don't want to lose your sorry, stupid, murdering ass either because you're all I have left of her, but I don't know what to do and am unsure of what I should do or how to approach it”. We're not sure exactly what’s motivating N/C Don to avoid moving on Tyler but again…it's his son, and people can become blinded by their love even for their dangerous children. This is something that Thing actually goes over in Chapter 8.
AB Donovan has clear motivation: it's his son and (( SPOILER, I can't say 😭)). Francie’s Hyde wrecked the family (and Donovan) in ways that haven't been revealed yet. Bruh has severe PTSD.
>"Tall black, two sugars,"<
>> We have the joke about eating my way past this story but I will say I can't stand black coffee
“Tall black, two sugars” is what Donovan orders when he goes to the Weathervane (N/C, Episode 6, right after Wednesday blows off Tyler). She was getting his drink for herself. Hence why Tyler was looking at her funny while making it.
>Keeps me in business.<
>> Gonna be affected hard then by kinbots death. Maybe Wednesday can step up.
I've written parts of Valerie’s funeral already. 🫠
>casually slipping it into her bag.<
>> Did.. she just shoplift?
Yep, she pulled a Winona (Ryder 🤣). She's not an angel, and sometimes her intrusive thoughts take over her impulses. And this day in particular she isn't always thinking about anything but Donovan and Enid.
>with a ten and a quarter on the<
>> I may either be overreading this, or not understanding it, the book costs 3, she stole one, and pays 10.25, but accepts the change unlike the coffeshop exchange where she told him to keep the change? Like. Am I dumb? If its 3 flat, why put down 10 and 0.25?.
There's 6% sales tax that applies to books in Vermont. In order to get $7 back (and not $6 and a whole bunch of change), she gave her the quarter, because the total would be $3.18. If there were local Jericho taxes, it would be 7% (because the max local is 1%), which would've made the book $3.21.
The one she stole, she didn't see the price of (it was a $25 book 💩). She might not have taken it if she’d seen the price. But, she will make up for it eventually.
>favorite Rice books<
>> I admit I am not fact checking anything regarding the books/authors, but I will say your effort to include them in your lore is appreciated, even if I just read it as white noise (white text?) it makes the world feel alive in a way that only a very small number of stories manage to.
You should pick up a copy of Belinda, it's an easy read. 🙂
>what her family's net worth was.<
>> Also worth mentioning, interestingly your Wednesday is one of the very few that are willing to use her parents money, usually she's more of an "I don't need their help, I will be a successful author by myself" type of Wednesday, what made you decide to go that route ?, Wednesday accepting and using her parents' wealth?
Afterburn Wednesday is a lot more practical than N/C Wednesday (it's ironic that I'm saying this right now, given what Afterburn Wednesday’s been doing since the end of S1 events). Afterburn Wednesday was against ‘writing what you know’ because she thought it to be reserved for the imagination impaired, but since her life was becoming a twisted mystery, she leaned into it; the same goes for her money. Why not lean into it since it's there and she's stuck there; if she didn't use her money, it would put her at a great disadvantage over the other spoiled rich kids, and since everything is a competition, she’d want to come out on top there, too (the Addamses and the Tanakas are rich af). Gomez spoils her with an allowance, but she just hoards it, which is what she thought she might live off of after she ran away.
>Lucas's shenanigans with<
>> Violent assault is not shenanigans is it ?, All 4 of them should have been sent off for rehabilitation
True.
>More like crapcore,<
>> Frankly, that's rude, I would love to have one of those, handmade too, it looked so fucking comfy
She hated it in canon, so. AB W hates it too. LOL And that actually makes her an elitist snob.
>the girl with Enid's face pleaded
>> Ha, that's a funny twist to the faceless.
https://www.japanpowered.com/folklore-and-urban-legends/noppera-bo-the-faceless-ghost
🫠
> rude and offensive question.<
>> It is a fair question, if Wednesday one of the smarter people does not know its not common knowledge. So it's fair.
All Nevermore students are provided a Student Handbook where the various outcasts are listed/described for their knowledge (and it's gone over during orientation, which she didn't have BUT she got the handbook and was told to read it, which she merely skimmed/didn't bother with the outcasts guide…because she didn't think she was staying, and then once she did decide to stay, she just completely forgot about the handbook 💀).
Also, since Mishizu is Japanese, she considers it extra rude…especially since Wednesday is supposed to be one of the smart ones. It's just more emphasis on how Wednesday is an outcast amongst outcasts.
>The thud of the impact on her thigh<
>> hit me baby one more time.
I really needed me some Thornhill action there. I still cackle every time I envision this part/Wednesday goes flying out of the frame and into the tall weeds.
>up my rectal cavity.<
>> I mean so far said cavity has been very underused, description and usage wise. Please, no hot coals however.
I have a surprise for Donovan, but I just need to place it properly. It's quite possible it won't show up until After the Burn.
>"Weems isn't going to report <
>> I am sure Weems wouldn't report it either way, given the Addams forture funding nevermore…crossing the Addams seems unwise in your story.
While that's true, Weems has ulterior motives for keeping Wednesday where she is. Weems, Chancellor. Her parents.
>she hated doing that when Thing was around.<
>> Why? iam sure he could be handy. Don't hit me.
💥👊🏻👊🏻👊🏻👊🏻👊🏻💥
He’s FAMILY, like Enid said, and Wednesday isn't into incest yet. What?
Besides, in the Afterburn Universe, Thingclair is a thing. They practically had a full on affair in N/C. Little dude’s SEEN HER NAKED AND HELD HER HAND 😭✨
>I need that in poster size," she demanded<
>> So do i !
In my extras (multimedia, AI, etc.) I'm looking to create some of Donovan’s photographs, so. Particularly the one in question, but also the ones with Wednesday. Just have to find a good AI program and figure out the prompt.
>just…classlessness.<
>> I mean given the amount of men (and women somehow) that cannot even name all parts of the female genitalia correctly would suggest some additional visual education is needed.
Yeah, but Donovan doesn't want to get into that kind of trouble. Pics of her mothwings would probably land him with CSAM charges, regardless of how tastefully or educationally they were done.
American society is a prudish as Hell society right now. He’d be lucky to get away with what he has (it's pics of her naked back/the curves of her ass, curves of her breasts, weed smoke rings/smoke, and a few semi-racy ones of her in just a white shirt and her black/white striped socks holding Ted…there's a set of them together, waist up and holding each other with a focus on the curves of their arms…all set against a dark grey background as she sat on an old/vintage bench). Luckily American society in the Afterburn Universe is a tiny bit more relaxed, but still.
>She felt empty,<
>> As I said, thing would have been very useful. Not a cock, but a handful can help.
RELATED. Or, at least, family. Thing, in his scene with Donovan in 8, explains his relationship to the Addamses a bit better.
>disgust as it started licking the ball<
>> OH god this is going to be good isn't it?>> Oh god, if she could hear me laughing my end would be upon me.
Wednesday Jr. is canon in Addams Family lore, so…why not? Anything to annoy our favorite easily-annoyed Moping Myrtle.
>replacing me with a dog."<
>> I am curious if it does actually hurt her.
Not really. She likes animals and has a special way with them. … 🫠 It hurts her in a different way though, which I’ll put directly in the text somewhere.
>wasn't wearing any underwear<
>> Oh god, she's really going for the kill right away.
Fuck yeah, she wanted that man to pound that 😺 hard, like the other teachers who did the same to less worthy girls.
>She used her toes<
>> She does like teasing with her toes and feet doesn't she?
…She does. ☺️
>Ryleigh had gone missing<
>> So she is using her parents money to make people disappear, neat
…She used brute force for that one. 💩
>Just how much older?"<
>> So iam not sure how to word this, I don't like that Wednesday/her family don't have a healthy relationship in your story but my god you fucking nailed their voices. The fact iam hearing their voices when iam reading the family interactions.
Only going by N/Canon. 🤷🏽♂️ She just doesn't have a great relationship with Morticia. But thank you re: their voices.
>Only if he is a gravedigger. Is he?" <
>> I mean he is kind of digging his own grave with his alcoholism, does that count?
Yes, it does. But it's not what kills him.
>Your father would never allow it."<
>> Interestingly, she always did feel more of a daddy's girl to me with Gomez being willing to do anything for her and her being quite fond of him too, where as she's remaining cloddish with her mother.
She is very much a Daddy’s Girl BUT…men don't know what's in a woman’s heart. At least, that's how Wednesday feels at the moment when she realizes she needs to talk to an experienced woman about her problems…someone who would understand what it's like to be a horny teenaged girl in the midst of a shit ton of drama.
> offense registry desperate?<
>> I have issues believing that they can't just send her some of her more complex toys with outcast amazon, they have the money to do that, or just outright send lurch, money is such a cheat code.
She's in immediate need, even Outcast Amazon can't ship that fast. …Well, maybe it can, but that's not the point. 😭🤣
>"He's a cop."<
>> She 100% knows its Donovan doesn't she?
Yanno…I think she might strongly suspect it. Morticia isn't dumb, after she woke up from her fainting spell her brain raced back to Parents’ Weekend to see if she’d missed any signs. There were N/C signs right in front of us.
>All the girls were giggling.<
>> That's a flashback to our Sex ed…
I don't even remember the sex ed we got, but it was basic and terrible. I already knew everything they were teaching.
>"Plant looks plenty 'excited' too<
>> You see at least that's a funny joke worth laughing at
Xavier is class clown, obvs.
>there was nothing she could do about it<
>> Nothing some silver dagger coated with garlic won't fix…
Oh, now. That's no way to treat Yoko or Wenaka. Wednesday will get a mouthful in with Yoko near the end of Chapter 7. 👹
>I could make that move for you if you want."<
>> That is actually really nice of him, take him up on the offer and your problem will be solved Wednesday.
Xavier’s powers are really weird re: making things come to life. I'm sure if his powers involuntarily made the Hyde painting scratch him, he could make her penis plant drawing at least tickle her clit.
>but it sure would be fun<
>> Iam so sad there is no Xavier/Wednesday in your story, their back and forth is just great, ignore me iam just thirsty.
Gotta go by canon. There's a good amount of Xavierday angst though.
>become permanent was<
>> I like that she's admitting to herself that it's an unfounded fear.
Unfounded fears are still fears, especially to the attachment impaired.
>BAM! Enid nearly jumped... She pulled her close, their lips almost touching. Her eyes volleyed from hers to her lips for too long a moment before they locked eyes and she sneered.<
>> That sentence was surprisingly hard to understand, Ness was making eye contact with Enid, then looking at enids lips, remaking eye contact, did I get that right?.
Yes.
>> Also, I totally want a toxic Wednesday/Enid relation now because that scene was charged…
>of a bitch does one have to be<
>> Curious how you will make those 2 reconcile honestly. Given the end hug and your choice of pain by declaring cannon holy but also adding extra bad blood via Enid spilling her secret.
There will be scenes towards the end of 7 and beginning of 8 that will ‘fix’ it so that it remains canon, but the toxicity will still be there. Ajax will be bound to Wednesday’s will for a while. 👹👹👹👹👹
>"I'm sorry Donovan, but it's the best <
>> Digging for info regarding Tyler?
Maybe.
>and it was making Wednesday a tad nervous.<
>> Would be quite the plot twist if they disown her and suddenly she is just Wednesday.
Won't be happening in this story. They're a family, even as dysfunctional as Wednesday and Morticia are.
>and I are nothing alike.<
>> They both like taxiderming for one, I bet if she had mentioned that Wednesday would hold her in (slightly) higher regard.
… 🙃
>close to being similar to Morticia<
>> It really depends what Wednesday we are considering. N/C Wednesday is like Morticia in a lot of ways.
-They are both..
Yes, that's why it irritates AB Wens so much. The last thing she wants to be is like her mother. She has huge issues around that, some are intuitive rather than direct observation.
>How fascinating—and somewhat terrifying<
>> That line has me laughing, Wednesday, the menace, fucking old men to death.
It has US laughing, but in Kinbott’s mind she doesn't know about Donovan, so she probably assumes that Wednesday is an unrepentant slut…which she is, but for Donovan.
>but it cost her a head tilt<
>> Her Microexpresions are *everything*, from the little smile she gave Donovan right at the start of the show
Or the way her mouth opened in irritance when Kinbott mentioned the relationship between Viper and her mother. Or the way her brows relaxed in surprise after Weems told her point blank that she knew she was having visions. Ortega was really good with those.
>uh, healthy everyday functioning."<
>> Like drawing a penisplant in class ?, also Kudos to her for being open, when I researched it the first hit was "hypersexuality is a problem that needs medication"
The penis drawing was bound to happen regardless of what AB/W was up to. And hypersexuality doesn't necessarily need medication. It's clinical sex addiction, and that's treated with meds, group therapy, regular therapy…NONE of which Wednesday would be interested in, especially since she's otherwise functional.
>I suspect that your peers bore you?"<
>> God is that relatable, but turns out its a lonely existence because in the eyes of most adults you will always be "just a child" no matter how well you can hold a conversation with them.
You hit the nail on the head right there. Such loneliness is explored in Winter 2023.
>"Well, as a mandated reporter, if you were — "<
>> It's funny isn't it, everything you say stays in this room, unless I feel like I should share it because I think it's wrong
It's not just that she would think it wrong, it’s that if a crime is involved, she is obligated to inform the courts. But there is no crime that she knows of right now, since Wednesday is 16 in this scene. And there will be even less of a means to ‘punish’ anyone for the relationship once Spring Break 2023 rolls around (which is part of After the Burn).
>Who I sleep with is my business<
>and its K-9 unit<
>> Ohm. I do not wanna pop up one anymore watchlists than I already am, but iam fairly confident beastiality stays illegal no matter your age, so talking about sleeping with the police dogs might not be the best idea?
It was hyperbole, since of course she wouldn't. But if she did, she's a billionairess, and money makes the immorality disappear. Speaking of money…
>And, as a wealthy heiress<
>> Honestly, it feels it would be good for her character to get disowned, because as funny as murder threats are for us as readers, in the world…
That's the beauty of it being a fictional world. 🙂 She can get away with it and not get disowned. Gomez would never do that to his little girl. 🥹
>Kinbott. " I'm his whore. "Ravens<
>> Oh my, I wish she said the middle part too, that would have been amazing.
I don't feel like canon Wends would have done that (even though I contemplated it). She's selective as to what she will share/say and when, especially since it's Valerie.
>eyes had welled with tears as she<
>> Are we implying Wednesday is an actress in universe too?
She's a pretty decent actress when she needs to be. A master manipulator.
>Stalker-level obsessed<
>> Since we know Enid is harmless, id say its cute.
🤣 Well, yeah. I guess, since it's Enid.
>I will pay you for your tutoring. <
>> Iam glad, given she stole his last batch
In the Afterburn Universe, weed is legal for medical purposes and non-medical dispensaries also exist. Outcasts have slightly different rules around it (obvs, since it's integrated into the school). It's still illegal and frowned upon for normie teens to possess (which I think is what drives some of the resentment).
>he was smitten with her the<
>> I mean, who isn't, also... #stonedraven please? I beg of you.
Honestly, if Afterburn Wednesday were to sleep with anyone other than Donovan, it would probably be Ajax (sorry Waviers…Afterburn Wednesday is just not attracted to him/it's the same way that it is in N/Canon). I feel like she’d be able to get her dom on with him. Though she’d be curious about Kent’s big 🍆, I think he’s TOO sweet/dumb af for her. Then there's Eugene…but he’s far from ripening.
…Oh shit I just got another idea…it would make Wednesday a Super Bitch though. …👹
> him during fencing <
>> Her behind is fine yes, but her moves? Hello? That flip is glorious.
I'm sure the flip would be nothing without those glutes.
>open shirted, braless front<
>> Um? Don't tell me she's about to seduce him ?
👹👹👹
>she already eaten it? <
>> She IS the poisoned apple.
🏆
>in personal cruelty<
>> Took me a while but...she's totally doing this to fuck with Enid doesn't she? Ugh.
👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹
>Her eyebrows raised. "Including Xavier?<
>> Interesting if that's for her personal knowledge or if she will use that against him at some point…
Why else would a manipulative narcissist be interested in such information? 👹
>He blushed. He was, at least, charming<
>> He is a dork but he's adorable
We love Ajax in this house. 💖✨
> from a different time," he said, fairly quickly. <
>> I feel humiliated by the fact he knew that and I didn't.
The word has Greek roots, and that's the only reason why he was so quick. Most anything else, he’s straight up stoner/couldn't tell you much.
> to his crush was how much he bottomed for both Nightshade boys<
>> Oh god poor Ajax is getting more than he bargained for.
HE SURE IS. Anyone who encounters her is in that kind of danger.
>derive pleasure from their eyes and ears<
>> This has to be discussed, however, because it can go both ways, as in
Afterburn Wednesday is traditionally monogamous. But here, she is still without Donovan and is in Manipulator Mode. She’ll keep to her rules, though for the Tyler kiss (🤢) she’ll be so desperate to know the truth that she’ll fall right into Manipulator Mode again.
They discuss cheating in the audio excerpt from Part 2 (which is in Winter 2023), and obvs Donovan thinks she was cheating on him with Tyler.
>"Whaaa…way…wait, you don't like Enid?"<
>> While I trust your author skills, it feels like you're digging yourself a grave... Enid will be back next episode…
Trust in my author skills, and the fact that I'm still dealing with the Afterburn versions of these little fuckers...they have qualities not present in N/C.
>So I'm going to ask one last time: What do you need from me, Ajax?<
>> No iam not squealing, you are.
I need to dump some more of this Wenjax action in the next upload, huh.
>new pet gorgon<
>> Urgh while it's hot to read, I don't like Ajax getting exploited, he doesn't even get a taste in return…
He’ll be fine. …I think. 👹
>Ugh, poor Enid.<
>> Ness is so judgmental, why does Ajax finishing quickly indicate poor Enid?
When she says that, she's actually sorry for Enid. Sorry that Enid has a dude who does finish too quickly. Probably sorry that Enid (likely) won't have someone like Donovan.
Also, wet dreams don't count towards any judgements…they're things that are completely out of one's control.
>cruel and start laughing<
>> Have to say her behaviour here is making her quite unlikeable
She was never meant to be perfect. Her big character flaw is manipulating people to get what she wants (and while she gets away with it with Donovan sometimes, from the first car ride to the cabin you can see that she doesn't get away with manipulating him all the time, which I think is part of what draws her to him…that he WON'T let her do it all the time is seen as both strength and a challenge that she admires…everyone else is weak-willed). She doesn't really ✨care✨ about anyone besides herself and Donovan. Everyone else she just tolerates.
Plus, since these thoughts are centered around sex, she's amused because she now feels justified in her preferences.
>you're always fire whenever<
>> While her uniform is part of the excitement, that big brain of hers is the real appeal
Brains and beauty. Do you think he steals glances at her from across the room during CPlants? 👹
> "Hi Enid," she sang quietly.<
>> Oh god she is fucking evil. And apparently iam too because I can't help but smirk.
She is quite evil when someone pisses her off. But now she has a pet, and she’ll be using him in the next upload/part (urgh, it's coming so slowly 😭).
>"It's on the house. So's the weed<
>> I feel genuinely bad for him, he's such a nice guy that while a bit airheaded got the heart in the right spot.
I think this result is what Wednesday was looking for. It was a highly manipulative scene and a contrast to how she is with Donovan.
>letting the cash drop to the floor<
>> And then she does this type of disrespect like...why... Enid hurt you not Ajax.
Wasn't meant as disrespect. It's a power thing. He shouldn't have rejected her cash. Now he has to pick it up from the floor. He needs to do what he’s told…hence him ‘kissing her ring’ (she wasn't wearing any, so the gesture was symbolic). In actuality, neither really need the money.
>quarter pill of ecstasy.<
>> Not been there, but it feels risky needing drugs to be able to orgasm, could form an addiction no?
It's not necessarily ‘to be able to’ orgasm, it just makes it easier. It puts you in the mood. Opens everything up, makes things feel intensely better.
>his firm hand kneading at the muscles of her neck<
>> Anyhow...moving on from our Gorgon abuse... This is hot AF, but I have a massage kink so it does work extra for me.
They both have a style that’s brimming with sensuality. I think maybe Addams brings that out in him/his inner sculptor (not really sculpting, but he’s good at woodworking…sanding things, carving things). I'll get into that more in-text.
>> Still love the fact he calls her "Addams" also you have a typo there, the correct term is "sweet art".
He’ll always call her Addams, and she’ll clap back with Galpin when she wants. Both that and ‘sweet ‘art’ exist in the short Winter 2023.
>dragging her erection along his…. <
>> That is one of the most erotic things I have read in a while, ugh just so sensual AND hot.
She knows what she wants and how things work. 🫠💦💦💦✨
>onto her pillow and bedspread.<
>> Leave it to me to ask this in the middle of a sex scene but...why isn't she using towels to keep her bed dry? She can't very well switch out her bedding every single day can she?
She's high and doesn't care.
…Now that I think about it, she should've been masturbating on Enid’s bed, for that wet reason. THAT would've been such a bitch move. Alas…hindsight.
>when he stretched his hands around her waist.<
>> Would her waist not be larger when she's full of air ?, also that is still tiny.
Take a very deep breath in and take a look at your stomach.
>peaceful ending with the man she adored<
>> Despite ness acting like a cunt towards the end of this chapter, this is what we are rooting for #happyend.
She's our cunt, though. 🥰
>I'm Belinda.<
>> Wow, what an ending to this behemoth chapter.
🫠💖✨
Apologies for the delay in the review, I was quite busy and had to catch up with other fanfictions as well. Now, what a chapter wow, not the most smut in it but the world and character building you do is amazing.
Why are you apologizing for a delay in review? 😭 I'm just ecstatic that I get such a thorough review at all. And thank you, I try.
Also, I agree with a fellow commenter who is of the opinion that the smut in this story is its own character, however, said character still needs a description of how they look like!
In all its detail including every landmark.
I would write more but I need to sleep 😭
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Today on Blue Nuzlocke:
Not one but TWO gym battles today. Kunigami soloed Milo and the gang. We make for route 5 and my first encounter is a fucking Applin 💀 named him Kurona to try and soften the blow and make him grow on me. Its not working. That thing sucks so bad. To the boxes with ye. Get to Hulbury and I am acutely aware that we are not fucking ready to face Nessa. So I’m scrambling trying to figure out where and how I can get more guys. Preferably with advantage over water types.
Now. Folks. This is the part where it gets embarrassing for me… yall I do not know pokemon type strengths and weaknesses. So my first move. Was to find an ice type. And I did. We now have a little baby Snorunt named Rin. And then I googled water type weaknesses. And then I debated blowing up. So at this point I’m like shit and also damb. Where do I find a pikachu. But I don’t look up where to find pikachu I just start walking around in a location I haven’t encountered anything yet. And I am flabberghasted by a Stunky. Ok. Whatever. Catch it. My son now. His name is Karasu. And he gets boxed cuz he cannot help me right now.
So its been hours and I’m still just as unprepared for Nessa as when I started but I’m such an “oh well” and “lets get it over with” girlie im like hey. If Kunigami (vulpix) can pull it off so can Aryu (budew). And then I stall for a minute to go fish in Hulbury because OBVIOUSLY im gonna need a water type on hand for the next gym. Which I will surely be reaching. We go. I get a chewtle. Ok cool. Looks like Tokimitsu. Rock on. Boxes for now. Nessa time.
Aryu is fucking schooling the water gym. I’m like thank fuck. And when he starts getting low I throw Gagamaru (meowth) in there and he finishes it up with his metal claws or whatever the fuck its called. I do their silly little puzzle and I’m ready to die I mean live. Nessa fight is going all according to keikaku until she pulls out Drednaw. Who has Aryu on the ropes from the word go. Like to the point where I cannot risk even switching him out because my other troops are wounded. (I took Kurona in as our third to try and give him leveling opportunity. Not a good move. He was useless.) But I’m not going to let her kill me after everything I’ve been through. So what ends up happening is the worst quality tv you’ve ever seen. Just 25 minutes of me spamming potion in response to her nonstop Headbutts and waiting for Aryu’s poisoning to drain Drednaws stupid life away. It was boring. It was excruciating. I wouldn’t wish that experience on anyone. But we survived. Nessa made some comment about my character having the ‘will to take on the champion’ or something’ and I wish their was a way to convey to her that I was sat in bed debating killing myself from about her third exact same move. Guys I don’t think Nuzlocke is fun. Oh my god.
Anyways <3 Two down however many to go. We make for Galar mines no. 2. Bede kills Kunigami. Fucking unreal. But its chill because he has wildcard privileges. The king WILL return if I have anything to say about it. Um. Then some random trainer kills Tokimitsu. Im like well. Ok. And now I’m in the mines fishing because I still need a water type for OH THAT RIGHT. Ok so I went back to Motostoke to fish somewhere between somewhere cuz again. Need water type. And I get a fucking. Magikarp. So you know I had to name it Igurashi. Its lvl 8. Genuinely I don’t even think its worth dealing with it. Ugh.
So anyways back to the mine. I’m fishing. Guess what? Its a fucking chewtle again. At this point me and those fucking things have BEEF ive been trying to level my dudes and they have been non fucking STOP they are EVERYWHERE every patch of grass every fishing spot every dynamax hole in the ground ITS BEEN MADDENING. And technically the set of rules I’m playing on says I can get another go if I run into something I’ve already got but. I decided its funnier this way. And also Tokimitsu died so technically I DON’T got. So this bastard is coming home with me. Fine. Named him Kaiser. My enemy’s name for my enemy. Thats cute and fun. I hope he dies soon. Team Yell grunts beat the shit out of me and Hop. I almost lost Aryu and Gagamaru both. Kaiser pulled his weight but I’m not gonna give him flowers about it.
Exit the mines. Close my eyes and run into the first tall grass field. Encounter a scraggy (pokemon I love dearly) im like yayayy!! Finally a nice thing for the specialest girl in the world! Acquired it. Named it Bachira. When he dies the run dies I don’t care. My special little guy. And thats what you missed on Glee.
#blue nuzlocke#forgot to say aryu evolved into the very glam roselia right before we went to face off with Nessa#very on brand of him
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Now tell me your favorite ships in tog in order :)
Mer.
Bestie, this is so difficult, I-
No shit, I have been thinking and re-thinking my order for the last 2 hours. I knew which ship was at my top spot, but the rest had me in such a dilemma. Anyway, I have ultimately come up with this ordering, but just know that aside from no. 1, the order might change everyday lol.
Manorian. Hi, these two own my heart, soul, body, life, assets and anything else I might have. Enemies to Enemies with Benefits to Reluctant Allies to Friends with Benefits to Lovers. I screamed every time they interact, or even mention each other. Hell, I already have ideas for a few fics. I am obsessed, your honour.
Elorcan. Where do I start? They had enemies-to-lovers, they had fake dating and fake marriage, height difference (the most stark I've ever seen lmao) and hates-everyone-but-their-love. Oh, and a shit ton of angst. Chef's kiss. (Still pissed about "So Lorcan did" fade-to-balck, though. 😤)
Chaorene. I kept switching up number 3 and 4 for a long time, but settled with them on this spot. I honestly adore their dynamic so, so much. From the moment they meet, it's so snarky and bright. They take no shit from anyone, not even each other, and the healing journey they go on together is so lovely to witness. I also think they are the most realistic couple in the series. They love each other so much, and are extremely protective, but they also know when to let the protective instincts take a backseat to do what needs to be done. I love that so much.
Rowaelin. Their undying, unconditional devotion to each other is so beautiful. The reason I put them here and not above is just that they were together by the 5th book, and I was really happy (if you had asked me to rank the ships after QoS, they would definitely been 2nd, I was such a sucker for them). And personally, I like the build-up to getting together more than when ships are already together. But aside from that, I really love them.
Lysaedion. I really love them, and I wish we got more of them being happy together. But I was so happy to read they are getting married AAAAAAAH.
Nestaq. He loved her before he ever saw her, need I say more? Please, they are so precious! I wish we got more of them too, but they're happy and so am I.
Borte and Yeran: Yes, I am going to unclude secondary ships too. God, I was dying to see more of them. Acting like you hate in public, but actually are in love and Shor show it behind closed doors? Beautiful. Lovely. I want to know more about them.
Asterin and her Hunter. Call me strange, but their tragic love story had such an impact. The sheer heartbreak of it all, the fact that he sat out of the cabin every night waiting for Asterin until he died, and Asterin wanting to be laid to rest in that house so she could be near him in death at least. Yeah. 🤧🤧🤧
Gavin and Elena. I know we only had their story from people talking about them and a few times from the two themselves, but listen, I have a thing for epic love stories that begin in the doomed times of battle, but surviving against all odds, are remembered for ages.
Gavriel and Aedion's mother. I told you I have a thing for tragic, doomed love stories. 🤡
Now, for an honorable mention: Listen, this isn't a ship at all. But guys. I'm just saying...Manon and Aelin with Elide as their adopted ward. I am a complete hoe for Manorian and Rowaelin, but the power couple Maelin (?) would be is just out of the world lol. Hell, even Dorian agrees.
Maybe she (Aelin) should. Maybe this world deserved it.
Maybe Manon Blackbeak would help her do it. Maybe they’d rule over the
ruins together.
Oh, and in my head, Sorscha and Sam are together in the Afterworld. No, I will not be taking any criticism about this. 🤡
Anyway, there you go. I went through about a hundred different internal debates and crises, but here we are at last. 💀
#💕#mutuals my beloved#throne of glass#crown of midnight#heir of fire#queen of shadows#empire of storms#kingdom of ash#the assassin's blade#manorian#elorcan#chaorene#rowaelin#lysaedion#nestaq#manon blackbeak#dorian havilliard#chaol westfall#yrene towers#lorcan salvaterre#elide lochan#aelin galathynius#rowan whitethorn#lysandra ennar#aedion ashryver#nesryn faliq#sartaq#gavriel#asterin blackbeak#asks
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just wait until you get to season 4 and eren turns into a psychopath who's also a complete hottie 😌
(this is the only picture i have of him i'm sorry)
so I already finished all four seasons and here is my brainrot that you didn't ask for bea 😌💖 (‼️ attack on titan spoilers till season 4‼️)
season one : I actually cried. my jaw was wide open the entire fucking time and it didn't give me a break when the titans popped in so fast. didn't expect so much gore and blood lmao, I actually get very triggered with c*tting motions so I had to close my eyes at least half the bloodshed 😭😭 the entire scene felt like a living nightmare, I was actually feeling super into it and dude the titans were SCARY scary. finished the entire season in one day, idk what the hell went in my head. you were right about the soundtrack - it fitted perfectly with the scenes and the music sounded so patriotic haha.
season 2 : I think this was where we found levi??? I literally forgot skksks but I dude I kid you not all of his fighting scene made my jaw drop open HE IS LITERALLY SO COOL I JUST CANT 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 and I saw your tags saying that Jean is hotter then levi and I 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀 BRUV I WANT TO AGREE BUT LIKE I HONESTLY CANT CHOOSE. this season was seriously incredible as well, I was so smitten with the plot.
season 3 : season 3 was a complete carnival in my head for me ONE MINUTE I WAS LAUGHING MY HEAD OFF THE NEXT MINUTE I'M LITERALLY BREAKING DOWN. I think I've mentioned it before but like it's super hard NOT to get attached to the characters here, and once I did get attached they ended up getting chewed like gum I fucking hate it here 😡😡. I'm just super thankful armin and hange didn't die I would have completely tuned off and not watched it for a week (it's a lie but you get what I mean 😔😔) and then fucking erwin died and I'm just.......idk I still couldn't get over that bye.
season 4 : so. season 4 made me really angry and stressed and I felt like I just discovered depression all over again 😭😭 NO BUT LIKE FIRST OF ALL.
we get introduced to the marleys and I fucking hated that. I didn't give two shits about the marleys I just wanted to see what happened to levi but we got introduced to gabi and falco. okay for starters, I fucking hate gabi with a burning passion. I'll be honest, my hatred for her only extends to a limit where I would dearly love to slap her and scold her like how my Asian fam would - but I also feel really sorry for her. she comes off bratty and haughty, a carbon copy of eren my god 🙄🙄 but I hope her character arch happens soon lmao, I cant stand it when people are racist to their own kind 🤦♀️🤦♀️
falco's a dear though, love that little dude. AT LEAST HE HAD SOME COMMON SENSE THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE THING MY GOD. piecks is hot but like I still don't like her, and at this point I just feel sorry for reiner. I also want to punch him in the balls but that's for another time. sasha's death was way to early, seriously wasn't expecting that - and armin got hot. Connie got hot. THEY ALL GOT HOT 😭😭😭😭😭😭👍
anyways you were right about eren turning into a goddamn psychopath his ideals and the way he talked were lowkey scaring me BUT BEA EVERYTIME HE THREATENS SOMEONE BY RAISING HIS BLOODIED HAND LIKE THIS :
literally choke me. what are you waiting for.
altogether aot is amazing and I'm retreating into my den of denial for about three days. if you could recommend any cool action anime like this one bea I'd totally watch them as well hehe. also who's your favourite character in aot? sorry for typing so much skskks had to clear my head with this ask 😭😭🤦♀️
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