When the Jina is fire and long

anders and vic are @whump-sprite‘s ocs! this is set before the anders/vic breakup, and isn’t canon, since these aren’t my ocs.

content warning: gore

Clogged with choking ash and dust, screams smack dully against shards of concrete around him. He can hear fingers scrabbling against debris, the groaning of the collapsed structure as it pins bodies and punches wails out of people that only ten minutes ago were chattering and doing dumb shit like taking selfies and complaining about too much sugar in their coffee.

Anders isn't exactly a people person, he's no optimist or fan of mankind in general, but there's a wrenching, deep pain in his heart, hearing those cries of pain, unheard yells for help, futile struggling. No amount of horror over scores of people dying slowly will ever be numbed in him, no matter how much pointless suffering he sees.

Hands trembling, eyes wide and frantic, breaths quick and hitching, the warlock starts to feel the condition of his body. Hasn't set in yet. But his attempts to move, to dig his way out of here and catch just one breath of fresh air that isn’t heavy with pulverized building, are entirely fruitless. He doesn't move an inch. Which means he's pinned, he's stuck, and the first physical sensation from anywhere past his waist is something hot and wet pooling against his right leg.

Which means his left leg, if it still exists, is ruined.

With that realization, the dawning awareness of just how fucked he is, an unwilling moan wells up in the back of his throat. With each shudder of his body, his leg is jostled. By raising his head, he can just barely make out the massive pillar that's trying to turn his leg into a thin, flat mess of blood and muscle and bone. When he tries to move, to test his ability to escape whatever might come crushing down on him next, the movements become waves of shudders and jolting twitches, and the sounds that come out of him are so embarrassing that he's glad he's trapped here alone.

The pillar shifts, and the world dissolves into white nothingness for a few horrific moments as the agony shoots up to an unbearable level.

Anders isn’t going to cry for help like the others. He doesn’t need to deal with hearing his own voice cracking, or having his hope get crushed by the silence that falls after his yells go unheard. He’s still processing, he’s got time, just a minute, maybe he can pull himself free… but then the pillar is shoved closer to the ground by the debris weighing down on it, and a scream is punched out of Anders’ chest as all logical thought evaporates. He is in pain, and he wants it to end, and that’s all that he can process. He wants out, he wants to get out, he wants to live.

And have someone, he realizes, despair making his next bellow of pain crack like a sob. He wants his someone. Wants his leg to somehow be intact, enough that it’s only consumed by the everyday sort of pain he’s used to; he wants to prop his leg up on the couch, or the bed, in Vic’s lap. He wants patient, gentle fingers to press at the spasming muscles there, he wants soft words tinged with understanding because no one knows Anders better, no one cares more.

Lost in the agony coming from the direction of what was once his leg, Anders’ next scream is twisted into something that almost sounds like Vic’s name.

Soon enough, he’s begging. The kind of begging that proves just how mindless his panic is, because there’s no one here to beg. When he moans, please, stop, make it stop, the words hit only concrete. When the pain grows, deep and inescapable, and he whines no, no, please, no more, no one answers. It’s like he’s delirious with fever, or caught up in the throes of a nightmare, but he’s lucid, all too aware, too conscious.

The rubble above him shifts, crumbles down to kick dust into his face, and he can only tilt his head away until his forehead is pressed against a jagged clump of metal, and something shifts into the space his head was previously occupying with a thud.

Each breath comes quicker, increasingly more shallow and labored, as debris settles heavily onto his chest.

The shifting is growing louder, smaller chunks of the building trying to slip into the spaces left around Anders’ body, and he’s sure that it’s all about to give way, to steal his air and all the space left where he can make his ribcage expand, where he can tip his head to avoid it getting crushed.

There is some kind of warbled, muted sound coming from above him. In the musty dark of the small space he’s trapped in, Anders’s eyes open as he searches for some clue of what’s happening. More sounds, and more shifting concrete, and another unwilling cry is pulled from him as something presses down on his right leg. No, no, not that one too, please…

The sounds morph gradually into audible words. “...’im out of there, got to - hey, hey, I see him!”

A tiny speck of light hits the metal right next to Anders’ face, making him flinch and knock the back of his head lightly against stone. It grows, the light spreading, and air rushes into the space, filling his lungs only to make him cough out dust.

Rough fingers touch his head, the only part of him that’s visible right now, but he can’t pull away from the contact. More rubble moves, and a nearly inhuman wail escapes him as the pillar on his leg crunches down.

“Stop, stop! He’s under there. Sir, what’s your na-”

“Anders,” Someone gasps, just a bit farther away, but familiar. “That’s Anders, that’s - cariño, can you hear me?”

A mangled hhhhn leaves Anders before he’s able to make a word sound instead of a pain sound. “V?”

The rubble shifts quicker, only the chunks lodged into the pile by his head, and more light pools in, more air. His shoulder is revealed, the top of his chest, his arm. As soon as Anders can free one of his hands, he does, pushing it against the stone above him just to have some flimsy chance of protecting himself from being crushed. Wide green eyes, wild with panic, find Vic’s above him, and when the stone under his head and the metal pushing against his face is replaced with familiar hands, Anders leans into them, desperate to feel something other than the cold, solid threat of a painful death.

“My leg, V, my leg,” Anders pants, his arm trembling while the other, still pinned, flexes in a vain effort to escape.

“We’re getting you out, you’re gonna be okay, just hold on.” Vic turns to the rescue worker beside him and tells him, and what Anders can only assume are the others working out of his line of sight, to hurry.

As they work on freeing Anders, as more of his chest becomes visible, his dress shirt somehow turned from white to dark grey by the layers of dust, Vic’s hands become his focus. They brush away debris, pull metal off of him, pull hard on slabs of concrete. Those usually clean, steady hands are bloody and trembling with adrenaline. Anders didn’t know Vic was as strong as he must be, to be lifting as much as he is. He gives a dull, aching chuckle at the thought of how a mother can allegedly lift a car off her baby if she has to. No, this debris must not be as heavy as it feels when you’re pinned under it.

When they finally make enough progress to get to that pillar on top of Anders’ leg, his breaths are harsh and pitchy. Five pairs of gloved hands grab onto the edges of the pillar, and one pair of bloody ones, and Vic is saying something about counting down, about breathing and staying with him - and then the pillar shifts, and Anders’ throat aches with a scream bubbling up, and his vision blacks out as he goes completely limp.

Glass Slippers and a Soldier.

Part (1/2)

A Cinderella inspired Bucky Barnes X Reader.

( as requested by @paywilson1 )

My Masterlist.

There was a lot of stress involved with being one of Tony Starks assistants. It was always “go here and get me this.” or “I need you to stay late and fill out this for me”. Though throughout all of that, (y/n) couldn’t complain. Her job within Stark Industries and her work with the Avengers was the highlight of her life. She didn’t think so much of the work she had to do all the time, even when many people around her told her it was too much and she needed a break. She would never complain. Simply plastering on a smile and continuing like it was nothing, her boss would often tell her “It’s like you have super-human coping, all my other assistants crumble under the stress.”. She never thought much of it. Life was nothing without a pinch of hard work every now and then. Today was no exception. She was walking through the halls of the avengers complex with a pile of papers and binders which was taller than her head.

She kept a gracious smile that morning as Mr. Stark apologised for not having done any of it himself. It didn’t surprise (y/n) in the slightest to hear his excuse, he was busy organising one of his infamous parties. “You’re a life saver.” Tony called whilst she hd walked out of his (and Doctor Banner’s) lab. She could hear the rhythmic patter of her shoes off the floor and before she knew it, she was lost in herself, in a daydream.

“Im so sorry-” A male voice broke her trance and before she truly had registered it she was on the cold floor and her papers were splayed out across the marble. She knelt up silently, “It’s alright.” She murmured gently. Starting to reach out for her things before her hand collided with something cold, making her arm recoil slightly. She looked towards her hand, which had bumped into another silver hand.  “No, I wasn’t watching out for you...” The voice chuckled, deep and raspy. Her eyes fluttered upwards, being met by steely blue eyes. She looked back down quickly.

“Have we met before?” he asked, helping her to gather the files. She would see Bucky everyday, she made it a point to be helpful to every avenger though it would be lying to say she didn’t have a soft spot for the winter soldier. She’d often leave him coffee out in the morning or slide his daily schedule under his door for him (noticing he was an often forgetful person). Everyone knew she did this, and left it undisclosed. She would see Bucky numerous times throughout her day, saying a quite “hello” as she passed him, and yet still he could never seem to remember seeing her. “...Yes, Sargent Barnes-” She murmured lightly before she heard another more familiar voice. “Bucky, why are ya’ on the floor with Tony’s assistant?” Sam Wilson called. She found her footing again and nodded as Bucky placed his half of her pile onto what she already held. Turning and staring to walk. She looked down slightly as she heard the men talking.

“-but who was she?” Bucky’s voice was asking in a soft confusion. She looked over her shoulder to see Sam patting his back and chuckling a little, “She’s just one in the long list of Stark’s assistants man, don’t worry ‘bout it.”. Just an assistant, who was forever invisible to Bucky Barnes.

There was nothing special about her she supposed. She didn’t wear fancy outfits like previous assistants had. She normally just wore whatever she could find, with an old grey cardigan on top of it. Once she reached her tucked away desk she sat down in her chair, beginning to sort through files. Before hearing, “Stark’s got you doing twice as much as yesterday.” letting out a laugh, (y/n) looked up.

“hey Nat.” she smiled widely, “It’s not really that much, most of it just has to be dated and signed-”. The red head moved towards her and sat on top of her papers. “You look defeated.” she pointed out, leaning her elbows on her knees. “It’s nothing...” (y/n) went quiet. Before moving her chair forward and lightly hitting the side of Nat’s thigh, indicating her to slide over so that she could continue to work. The assassin huffed, “I’m going to take this as the stress starting to get to you, this job is too much-” “Don’t you dare, I love this job.” (y/n) gasped slightly, before looking back up to meet the bright green eyes of Romanoff again. The other woman chuckled. (y/n) looked upwards, the window opposite her leading out into the training grounds. The bright blue sky and lush grass seemed beautiful alone until her eyes fell on the super-soldier outside. Bucky stood far off pulling her hair outwards from his face, showcasing his features more. She didn’t realise she had even let out a sigh until Natasha chipped in again. “You could go and talk to him.” She hummed and moved off the desk, draping her arm over (y/n)’s shoulder. “You could let me get my work finished.” (y/n) smirked slightly as she retorted.

Nat moved back raising her arms in surrender, “I’m just saying, he’s a person, you’re a person-” “An invisible person.” (y/n) exclaimed. She looked down at all her paperwork. Letting out a sigh. Nat gasped slightly and looked at my wide eyed, “The party tonight! You could talk to him there!” She started to jump up and down slightly in happiness. “I didn’t get an invite.” (y/n) murmured slightly, making the red-head halt her actions, “I have work to do-”. She was silenced by Natasha shifting through the papers and pulling out a spare and unaddressed invite. “I can’t steal and invite Nat!” the woman’s eyes gazed over the white card and the silver writing, “Mr Stark would be upset-” Nat’s smirk only grew wider, “He won’t even know you’re there.”. (y/n) began to shake her head even quicker, “Nat he would see me, and I can’t be out all night I have so much to do...” She said lowly and tried to pay attention to her work once more. “It’s a masquerade and i’ll get you out of there at midnight, Cinderella.” Natasha chuckled before adding, “Anymore arguments?”

“I don’t have anything to wear...” (y/n) spoke as she took the invite, “Isn’t that what you’re fairy-godmother is for?” Natasha laughed. Both woman nodding to one another, “As soon as it hits six, come to my room.” (y/n) nodding in total understanding as Natasha started to run off. Looking back out the window towards Bucky, smiling a little more, tonight she would be remembered.

thanks for reading!

weird dream: spiderman was trying to escape someone idk and ended up in a band class being directed by hannibal lecter in a mustache (i say hannibal and not mads bc i knew in my heart it was hannibal at that moment in the dream) and spiderman picks up a accordion so he doesnt look like the odd one in and he played his parts perfectly. after the class hannibal walked over to spiderman, put his hand down on his shoulder, and told him he’d love for him to join the band now in my dreams i usually stay on the same topic, which was spiderman being the accordian player in hannibal’s band, but my brain decided to transition to a different place in this same time era, and that was two kids bored in detention. weird thing: their detention was located in a ward for the most dangerous criminals, which for some reason was located right by their school, which was connected via parking lot.  so the kids notice their supervisor walking away to go do whatever thee fuck supervisors do, and they took off. they decided to go investigate the most dangerous criminals. they looked through the slots at all of them, making jokes and whatever, before they get to the cell labelled hannibal lector. they noticed he wasnt in the room, so they somehow unlocked the door, and started investigating around the room. in doing so they found a piece of cloth covering this huge-ass hole, which went real far down into the earth, so far down they couldn’t see the end of it.  a little cut in my dream shows me hannibal in his prison uniform digging this hole with a plastic spoon and a plastic fork. back to the present, the supervisor grabs these two kids, however hannibal lector also grabs these two kids.  ‘naughty children shouldn’t go poking around other people’s homes’ is what he said. or something like that.

turns out hannibal lector is the supervisor, and he’s just wearing a mustache. he broke out of his cell and got a job as a band director and as a supervisor for detention. i have no idea how but he’s hannibal so i guess he had a way. the dream cuts and it seems the person watching the security cameras has figured out that hannibal lector isnt in his cell anymore, and calls for all the supervisors to go investigate. the kids hold onto two of their supervisors, one of whom appears to be jefferson davis, and tell them not to go investigate with the others, and that they dont want them to be ‘marked’ jefferson raises an eyebrow at this, but listens to the kids. a montage of the supervisors investigating hannibal’s cell, where they look into the hole, and go ‘oh thats a fuckin big hole the fuck?’ and supervisor hannibal goes ‘funny.’ and then kills all the supervisors in that room. he kills them all in weird ways, and eventual takes an eye from one, a tongue from another, an ear, a foot, and a hand.  its at this point that alarms are going red and all the kids from detention come running to hannibal’s room, where they accept the gifts he gives them. all the kids from detention were missing something, such as an eye, tongue, ear, foot, and a hand. they magically fuse onto their bodies? anyways hannibal and the kids escape into the parking lot, where they locate a big van, a la soccer mom style. him and the kids get the fuck out of there, and on the way they pick up the rest of the band, including spiderman whose still wearing his spidey suit. note: i have no idea which spiderman this is. at first it was tom’s, however it could be any spider at this point.  my dream gets fuzzy at this point because my cat was sneezing into my face and trying to wake me up. i managed to ignore her and go back to sleep. while im watching them do this cop escape scene, the cops not wanting to shoot the van, i say in my head ‘i wish will graham was here.’ and then realize he can be! because this is my dream! so. spiderman unmasks and it’s will graham, releasing a gasp from everyone and hannibal going ‘fuck’ because this is season 2 will graham, who wants him dead sometimes and wants him to marry him the other times. will looks at hannibal, andt hen at the kids. “we have to adopt all of them. and the whole orphanage, or the cops will never stop chasing after us.” will says “we?” hannibal replies back, dodging a massive hole in the ground “yes.” my dream fuzzes again because my cat is getting angrier that im not waking up, and spits in my face a bit. i realize that my cat is going to keep doing this and i need to wake up soon, but i want to continue my dream. so a montage it is. a montage of hannibal and will adopting a lot of kids, just a bunch of them, because for some reason the cops cant arrest them and send them to jail if they have this many kids?  anyways they find this little castle they live in and start to build out their territory, creating a beautiful kingdom, and hannibal goes ‘i must get something amazing for will’ and so he digs another hole/cave this time going under another kingdom which has this rare emerald that is a dark green and flashes to a deep red in the right sunlight. he manages to steal these emeralds, out of a well, from the king of this land, and returns to his holecave, when we hear the king go ‘NO!’ my cat once again tries to wake me up, causing the dream to fuzzy and go to a different time this time, hannibal and will arent here, instead its one of their sons whose become the king, and his wife that he married from somewhere the king is playing a game with his children where they avoid the spooky ghost lady, and try to find all the notes. only problem is that the king recognizes the spooky ghost lady to be a grown up version of his lost first born daughter, who has disappeared from her bed one morning. he figures out a way to save her, causing the black goo to fall off of her and for her to be revealed. she is quiet, but tears are still going down her face.  the king, over-excited about his daughter being alive, takes her back to the castle, but along the way he notices two cords on the ground, in a nature traily place, and follows them, to find an old corpse on the ground, with a noose around his throat, and a empty noose beside him. his daughter then speaks up. “‘i love her. she is the most perfect being on this planet and i would kill anyone if they tried to hurt her. i shall steal her from her bed, so that we can be one together.’ then he took me out here and hung both of us. but, a princess cannot die, so i just suffered for years instead. kids using me as a fun late-night game. until you saved me father.” and then they cry and the dream fastforwards again. this time its a prom? prom night? whatever. and the princess is talking with one of her siblings. they’re talking about who they’re going to dance with or whatever, when one of them gets a magical ping, and sees troops outside the city walls. they quickly alert the kingdom of the incoming battle a cut again, my cat is wanting me awake real bad, and this time i see a car. the car is a black fancy breed of car, and inside is three people. one a bouncer, another a noble british lady which you can tell by her tall powdered wig and her white face makeup, and the third is a young prince, who is sick and keeps complaining about a headache. the car pulls up to the wreakage of the city’s gate, where there’s dust and rocks everywhere, and we see the princess come out of the wreakage, and wave her hands. she’s wearing some sorta biker getup, but without a helmet. the car stops, and the bouncer rolls down the window “hey, are you okay?” asks the bouncer “like, no! i just want to go home. my boyfriend should be back where you came from.” the princess gets into the car, the bouncer having invited her in. “Alright. lets go find your boyfriend.” the bouncer backs the car up and turns around, heading back the way they went. “whats your name?” asks the prince “almara.” replies the princess “almara. that sounds familiar?” the prince scratches his head. “it should. this is a hostage situation.” almara pulls up her magic, placing it at the young prince’s head. “oh fuck!” scrreches the british lady “its okay guys, ive been in a hostage situation before. we will all make it out of this if we jhust listen to the princess.” almara has them turn the car back round, and has them drive it to the castle, where she gets out with only the young prince, and takes him to her father. “why?” is all her father asks of the prince “to get back the crystals your fathers stole from my father!” cries the young prince. my dream fuzzes again, and this time i get a little scene. the king and one of his kids, are looking at the crystals in a well.  ‘can we show mom?” asks one of them “no, she’d have a heartattack.” the king pulls out a straw, which contains a crystal a tip of the crystal is eaten. the scene changes back its weird because my cat is really mad at this point, and so i cant really described what happened that well. apparently the king gave the young prince some lip, and then hannibal and will appeared, dressed to the nines in fancy king clothes, and tell the young prince to fuck off and that they never stole the crystals. the prince screams as the pain in his head starts banging against his skull. the dream end. my cats are hungry and pissed at me for sleeping. i fed them and they are happy again.

very intense dream about being in an olser hs, some giant wasp wandering around during assembly, two schools in one, wasp gave me honey at first then when interacting with someone from another school they had their stinger and. cut my arm with it, around the cut it flared up and colored tge cut and surrounding veins deep red, during third time wasp came through i was talking with someone and we found that the would could be rubbed off to show a tattoo... along thr cut was a long?? device? surrounded by a ladyor man that had their mouth open around the stick device thing like a fancy Medusa biker tattoo, at this point i knew giant wasp was dangerous, i watched them go around assembly hall thing, not normal auditorium but hallway type deal with wings of rooms for teachers to sit in, the teacher i talked with couldve been my phl teacher, the girl who gave me stinger was a kind bitch from hs with the good but grating kind of bitch voice. the wasp circled for the third time and i saw the stinger again, and attacking soon after. before this the second time the wasp came around and offered me, or i dared to touch it, some sticky non sticky honey? slime? off its stinger. but this third time they attacked a random person and i ran away and the school was put on lockdown. i ran fast fearing what my tattoo and the wasp meant, through the gym where i got the unattached stinger drug under my skin ti where it at first looked like a big scrape, past that girl that gave it to me, doors were closing fast bc fancy lockdown procedure. two girls from my college course hid ina closet, which i couldnt fit in, so i ran down a hallway where i saw the deep dull brown grey of doors locking and men in almost bug exterminator outfits coming down the halls. i ran into a room, with a guy lounging in a spa tub that took up 70% of the room, him greeting me happily and gayly, and suds amd bubbles covering part of the floor. i came in, and was like holy shiy we need to hide. the room was dimly lit with rainbow lights and the door handle was that same brown grey tinted red. i held the door closed trying to figure out the lock and fucking couldny i blamed the school being old. the guy didnt really care but the men opened the door and had guns. the guy bowed his head, my whole brain n body went quiet and i bowed my head expecting death via gunshot. i was shot, with something in the forehead, but not harshly but i did go to sleep pass out.

next thing i know im in a line leading up to an elementary school or part of the bigger school holdong onto my tattoo listening tk people kinda sad but entirely not worried or in despair. big... figures.. corralled us and surrounded our line, some guy was talking about ranks of caregivers in this like bug race that had us, and through my tattoo i was noted as a...? witch? druid? some significant caretaker of brood, but not as high as some highmaster headmaster guy they started talking about soon after. i was shown a book of one of the big, surely bug guy shrouded with an abviously fucked up back like the skeksis whatever, the book was a hardcover with the loud plastic coating shell, and that was close to a door. i was led into. the bugs were hoarders and stuff was piled so. that we only had one way to walk, until a sign where the plastic protecter made it hard to read said one (single) this way with an arrow indicating the left to eat, and the right side of the sign with the number 8 and (many) with th arrow to the right. i took the single side, got a fork, and meandered to. yhe back with the heavy silvery fork, and played with pieces of celtic knotwork bookends, some little wood and lapis lazuli statues, one being a tiny minotaur. after. spacing out this way for a while and hearing people fill in behind me, two rows seperated by the curve where i was and a neck height wall of stuff behind me, also i was aware i was ina skirt or dress at this point. i hear someone yell hero move whirlwind behind me and my arm. is cut and i see this weapon that looks like a small saw with a full handle like its a little pot land besides me, and notice my upperarm, underarm, but still visible is cut deep. seeing the pibk deep. didnt hurt, but bled alot. got a towel and my clothes to wrap it up, or rather hpld against bleeding, and turned arounf and saw an excited but embarrassed teenage tauren? woman who was coming down from a jump looking triumphant but also sorry for those she cut. she didnt hurt the bug person in the corner, the shrouded one. i got her a towel for hrr wound, and then im sure shr was handled. by the bug person, becauae i managed to walk back out where i came from. she had pretty tall white horns.

i guess i was shot anf. carrird back bc next i know im stealing cats off the sidewalk for... some reason to put into a duffle bag suitcase. im stealing giant fucking cats for some reason. on stealing a cat, thr first one, i saw an old man greet a woman at his door eith a pretty brown grey tinted cat, complaining about them being dirty. at some poiny i got an image of a closeup of cat eye washing worms out, and then i somehow realized i was brainwashed through that and the old. man lamenting about his cats being missing. i let the cats out and traveled past the two at the door and bathing cat, wearing off white stained dress that i came to b aware of earlier. it was sunset /immediately after sunset then, as i traveled through the neighborhood it progressed into nighttime. i looked up and a moon pod thing was there in place of a moon. i noted this as thr real one. i traveled many urban roads, fall time, middle class neighborhoods, good roads for barefoot travel, i meet eyes with some kids that surely see me, and shortly after that i kept going. the roads had old lights that didnt ligbt them well, but i could see. i find myself at the entrance of the school, and when coming up to it from the road i notice that its got some damahr to it, like if hit moderately worsr itd be ruin. it was lit in the harsh manner schools are in nighttime, and i walk in to be greeted by a young man, very gayly and excited, like the man knew me. he showed me to the room I hid in and was like see these cards. they were all on the cheap construction paper and i saw them anf was like aww daddy. like in the parental way not nasty way. on the way to that room i got a glimpse of the gym, where a handful of people were redoing the gym from fallen shit from invasion. i went therr next feeling good from the cards, gym people nodded said hey whatevet, and i walked past into the lockerrroom of the gym where i got my tattoo cut and everything. coming back out, i notice something odd about these people, the pink of the lower lid of their eye was slightly puffed and a more vibrant buggy pink. small cuts start forming, one notably ona persons face, and let out a few worm.. things witg a few centipede. legs on them. and the person visibly grins at me in the evil manner. im scared, very scared, so i run back out of the school, and i know their coming to get me. the witch druid whatever. i walk to a pond that had a few meteorites fallen in it, and thus a lot of reptiles were gathered and bathed a bright green with a few burning red meteorites falling at a time, i picked up creatures, and walking on top of their solid bodies, to fend off the bug person shortly behind me, and then through my walking/running the person appears infront of me, reaching fot me and i grab what must've been a velociraptor some sort of raptor, to hold to the person and have him bite it, but it didnt work so well so i rsn and picked up a meteorite piece and ran it along the raptors mouth hoping itd help, but finally close to the school wall i pick up a piece, rub it against my lips, and somehow either thru breath or kiss i kill the bug person chasing me, and after that im greeted by i hope normal people on the porch of the school offering me candy. halloween candy. i was apprehensive bc i dont know if they were bugpeople of not, but i let my gaurd down to chill and eat candy, then i woke up.

at some point i became aware that theyre were two pod moons, one real and one of bug construction. k think the girl eith the old man made me aware of this. other things wefe fake in doubles in the sky as well. girl had dark brown hair, same color of cat being bathed. girl was yellow/white/tan color, old man was wrinkled and very white with white hair and lots of wrinkles.

the pool with meteorites was piled in writhing mass along the edge with reptiles, but the reptiles had surprising mass and hardness when walked on, like stones. the glow was like glow in the dark green.

gay man in tub was the yellow tan light color, dark short hair, oddly contorted body to fit in tub. gay man at counter was blonde with long hair, also yellow tan lightskin white person. first bug person in gym was a middle aged white lady. girl who cut me with stinger was a black girl from hs who was attractive, but out of my league and bitchy. phl teacher is Greek guy with the deeper yellow tan white person skin tone.

very long post. prolly meant to be nice monster dream but signals went wrong