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nickinspacesstuff · 2 years

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draft: body snatchers AU

1k writing - Jeanie wakes up one sunny morning and realizes her husband isn’t the same person anymore. She runs.

It was the toast that gave him away.

Michael always liked his toast in the morning.

Being married to the same man for fifteen years, Jeanie learned to predict his moods before he even could. The type of symbiose that came from explicit communication and a lot of compromises.

She woke up with the singing of the birds, and took her time in the bathroom. Her blonde hair was now becoming greyish, but she could still see the sexyiness in it.

It made her giddy. Make-up applied, changed in her best dress, she went downstairs and fed Peanut.

Leo was still sleeping. Her husband had ten minutes before his own alarm went off, and he groveled towards the publishing company he had been working on since he graduated from college.

His voice would be gruff and he’d joke about the birds waking him up.

As Jeanie stepped into the kitchen, she immediately felt a tinge of fear. This sudden feeling came as absurd for her, because she had nothing to fear in her own home.

She entered the kitchen like it was an alien wasteland, the sudden strangeness deepning as her ears perked. A thumping happened outside in the garden.

Jeanie moved towards the backyard, opened the glass window and froze.

No one should be up at this hour. Her husband should not be standing on top of the grass, with her destroyed prized-begonies everywhere, mud staining all his clothes and a shovel in his hand.

“Michael.”

He turned to face her.

Jeanie took a step back.

For a haunting second, she wasn’t staring at her husband, but at a stranger whose eyes she didn’t recognize. Those eyes didn’t remember what she looked like in turquoise blue, or what their baby boy’s smile looked like.

They were the eyes of a beast.

Then the sensation disappeared, but the fear remained.

“Yes, dear?” He asked, poised.

Such casualty in the face of a bizarre situation made Jeanie shiver. She squeezed her arms around herself. Then, she smiled widly, shoving her dark thoughs into a box, and chuckled.

“You’re going to be late for work. Get changed and I’ll make you some toast.”

“I don’t want toast.”

Jeanie supressed her next commentary. Don’t want toast?

Her husband – the thing in the backyard – looked up. He stared pensively at the sky, then turned back at her, and Jeanie did her best to remain still and express calmness.

As he approached, Jeanie struggled with her own sense of delusion, as her own body wanted to remove herself from his presence. In the twenty years they know each other, she earned for his touch. Now, she could barely keep her breath around him and that caused her so much confusion.

They were fine last night. They were happy.

Michael smiled.

“I need to take care of something in the office, dear.” He tiptoed for a second, then kissed her cheek.

Even the gesture seemed foreign.

As his footsteps disappeared inside, she looked to her garden.

The clouds looked like rain. She could still hear the birds singing. Her eyes drifted to the obvious disturbance in the dirt, but looking behind her shoulder, she could still feel Michael’s presence – no, not her husband – inside the house.

For the first time in her entire marriage, Jeanie avoided her husband.

She stayed outside, admiring the sun and hoping he wouldn’t call her on her bluff. Peanuts came outside. His tail wagged low and he sat glued next to her, with his head facing the kitchen.

The entire time, Peanut didn’t growl or bark. He just stared at Michael, standing between Jeanie and the door. The usual love that her husband had for the dog seemed to have vanished, and Jeanie remarked that he haven’t even acknowledge Peanut at all.

Michael didn’t come back outside. He didn’t say goodbye.

Jeanie heard the door closing, then the car engine starting and leaving the street. She waited five minutes, just to be sure.

As she entered back inside, her footsteps sounded far too loud in her ears. Her mind raced with questions, but her instinct was stronger and that seemed far more important now.

She threw Leo’s door open.

“Mom!” He sat up. His phone was already on, but he was still in his pajamas and laying under the covers. “What the hell?”

“Language.” Jeanie opened his closet door and pulled the bag they bought at the State Fair last year. She suffocated a sob. That was one of the last trips they went on, they had to buy a bag just to fit all the prizes Leo had won.

“What’s going on?”

“We’re taking a vacation, go get dressed.” Jeanie didn’t wait for him to answer. She opened his closet and started to put clothes inside the bag.

She could hear her son huffing behind her. Jeanie had swore she would never become her mother, controlling her kid’s haircuts or bursting into their bedrooms without knocking first.

Leo was only twelve, but he had his own computer and much more freedom than most of his classmates. He earned it.

In the rush of panic, she forgo this.

“But it’s summer.” Leo raised his voice. “Where are we going? Where’s dad?”

Jeanie turned to look at him.

In her eyes, she saw his eyes cowering and the reluctance in his stance. He wasn’t going to be moved without an answer. She breathed, and vowed to protect him no matter what.

Protect him.

From what, is a question that could wait.

Jeanie survived a household in which moods shattered as quickly as the wind, and punches were traded as negotiational offers. She escaped that climate, but the survival mode inside of her never truly died.

She sensed the danger brewing around her like a tornado-siren. You couldn’t see it, but it was there and the first signs were clear.

“Dad is meeting us after work.” The lie came efortless. She would suffer from these lies in the future, but right now she had no time for guilt. “Go get changed, Leo.”

Leo left the room without a complaint.

He must have noticed the awkward mood. Jeanie went back to packing and promised herself she’d come up with a better lie later.

The bags were put in the hall, Joe helped put a leash in Peanut and they started to pack everything into her car. Jeanie blessed herself for suggesting they buy a second vehicle – maybe things were going to be okay.

She was hardly religious, but she believed in faith like children who throw pennies down wishing wells. With low credibility and some sense of humor, she hoped it would work. If not, throw another penny.

As Jeanie walked inside the house again, she stopped.

Her mind raced towards the events of this morning, trying to find a rational explication.

A way out, even if it meant admitting to her own foolish dreams and making the whole thing a fun party talk during dinner.

Honey, you’ll never believe. This morning I was convinced you were acting unlike yourself, more like a stranger than the man I’ve been sleeping with for so many years. So in a hurry of fear and self-preservation I ran away. I took Joe and I ran, because

You’re not acting like my husband.

Jeanie repeated to herself.

Her gut says that something is off, not only tense or distant, but violent. Those eyes reminded her of her father and that was enough to confirm any doubt.

Her husband always greeted Peanut, going as far as being late several minutes because he couldn’t stop kissing the damn dog. He always joked around and kissed her in the mouth, a chaste kiss that still gave her butterflies all this years.

Her husband never refused breakfast.

Jeanie looked at the clock in the wall.

Verifying that her son was still in the car, she grabbed the keys and her purse. She cursed herself, as her legs raced towards the backyward and she went back to the strange bundle of earth stirred in the ground.

Jeanie got down in her knees and used her hands to dig out the mud. The dirt stained her clothes, but she remained at the task, feeling like there was an imaginary guillotine hanging over her head.

Her fingers brushed across something slimy and cold, and she withdrew her hand with a disgusted cough. Looking back at the clouded sky, Jeanie swallowed the bile.

The second passed and she carried on.

She dug her hand down and grabbed the thing. It almost slipped out of her fingers, but she managed to bring it to surface, dropping it with a hurl.

Jeanie got up, almost tripped and managed to steady her balance. She covered her mouth, now smelling the rotten flesh that must have been covered by the gardening products.

It was big, colorful red and it layed on the dirt like a dead animal.

The heart was still bleeding.

#my writing #body snatcher AU #just a draft #jeanie meets a queer UFO expert #and they go in the run #and save the universe ig #writing

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definitelynotshouting · 17 days

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“The universe sings,” Grian said.

He sounds vaguely distant- like he’s speaking from hundreds of blocks away rather than right next to Mumbo.

He turns on his bed, slow halting movements, to face him.

“Did you know?”

Mumbo can only stare.

“…Sings?” He asks. He shifts on his chair.

Grian seems to want to nod, but aborts the motion halfway, and hums instead.

“Yeah. The code. It sings, if you listen close enough,” Grian mumbles.

Mumbo opens his mouth, then closes it again.

Grian exhales a long breath, and his eyes drift close.

“Can you hear it?”

Mumbo watches the way Grian’s chest rises and falls, shallowly, slowly.

He closes his eyes, and strains to hear.

He hears- Tango out in another room of the house, pacing circles around the kitchen. Mumbo can tell it’s Tango by the shuffle in his walk.

He can hear birds outside, twittering. Wind rustling through branches. An animal- a pig, maybe, trotting along some grass.

It’s quite calming really- but he doesn’t hear singing. At least, he doesn’t think he does?

When he opens his eyes again, it’s to Grian staring right at him.

Mumbo exhales in one sharp breath- he didn’t realise he’d stopped breathing- and meets Grian’s gaze.

“Did you mean like, actual singing or- or was that metaphorical? Because I can’t hear anything other than trees, mate,” he says, only half-joking.

Grian huffs a small laugh, and shakes his head.

“Nah, it’s not really singing-singing. It’s music, though. You’ve definitely heard some of it- discs. That’s the easiest way to hear it. But that’s- so few of what’s out there. There’s more music, if you know how to listen for it,” he hums. His eyes close again, and he leans more into the mattress.

Mumbo pauses, and thinks on that for a moment. Music discs, huh? He supposes it seems plausible, that there’d be more music out there.

But then why has he never heard it? Mumbo doesn’t ever recall hearing ‘the code sing’. If it’s tied into music discs, then is it naturally generated? Is hearing it a ‘watcher thing’?

Mumbo glances down at his hands, traces lines of dirt under his fingernails.

He nods, though Grian can’t see it anyway. He makes some vague ‘see you later’ comment he can’t bother to think about, and carefully gets to his feet.

At the doorframe, he peers back.

Grian lies there, breathing steadily.

Mumbo turns and leaves, closing the door behind him.

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headcanon that the minecraft soundtrack can be heard in the code, but only if you're 'in harmony' with it. cue other headcanon of watchers being very aware of the code

HEY ANON. ANON. I ADORE THIS HOLY SHIT I FUCKING LOVE THIS HEADCANON???? The idea that the universe is constantly singing to itself, and you can hear that through the Greater Code if you really carefully listen, is something i lowkey want to canonize SO BADLY holy shit. And this is such a lovely snippet too, im always such a sucker for deeply layered conversations like this.... i adore how youve given so much depth to the sentence "the universe sings" and the implications of how and why Grian is hearing it so much right now. [THROWS UP BLOOD] IM OBSESSED.......

Also this Mumbo dialogue especially is on point youve done such a good job of capturing his little speech patterns :] STUNNING JOB ANON IM SO FLATTERED U WROTE THIS!!!!! I really think i might canonize this concept just for how absolutely amazing it is, im utterly obsessed with it

#shouting speaks #asks #hunger au #art for me #<- litcherally cannot remember if i have a specific fic for me tag or not IG I'LL FIND OUT ONCE I HIT POST...#THE IDEA THAT TJE SOUNDTRACK ARE SONGS THE UNIVERSE SINGS TO ITSELF.... IM GOING BUCKWILD #i mean its already canon the universe SINGS but u KNOW my ass is gonna be listening to the full soundtrack #tears in my eyes as i picture grian listening to it.....#i hope its okay to yoink this anon bc im enamoured with the concept truly #gods and the idea that the music discs are specifically fragments of the universe singing that you can ACTUALLY HEAR....#i like to think that like. making music discs is p much like making custom ones the way theyre doing it #but sometimes. sometimes you find treasure discs #or you fashion it from the remains of a creeper.. and you get a little window into what the Greater Code sounds like #weeping forever and ever that u wrote this for me im saving this in my special little works inspired by hunger au folder rn #❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️#fic recs #long post #txt

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muninnhuginn · 5 months

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just generally musing to myself what makes thematic and plot sense for the link clink ending after reading some other people's takes the past few days. no real conclusions here, just some thoughts tied together with a string.

I've seen arguments that what needs to happen is that Lu Guang needs to accept Cheng Xiaoshi's fate and move on without regrets. This idea that the past has to remain as-is and you have to move on is a thread that the show has played with quite a few times. It's written into the very rules underlying the dives. The most obvious instance being the earthquake arc, where Cheng Xiaoshi was unable to save Chen Xiao's mum, but he *was* able to deliver the messages and thereby help CX gain closure. It's laid out by Lu Guang that it *was* worth it to deliver the words, and Cheng Xiaoshi takes this conclusion with him when he confronts Emma. (Of course, the fact this lesson was given by *Lu Guang* casts a different shade over the whole affair. I don't think it can be entirely discarded, given LG even admits he's going against his own rules, but it reads more like something he's trying and failing to convince himself of.)

So, the past has to stay as it is. We see a few different approaches to this idea in s2 - of people refusing to move on and trying to change the past. Qian Jin wants to force his wife "not to cheat"; he wants to alter her behaviour because she didn't act as he wanted. Li Tianchen wanted to change how *he* acted back then, even if indirectly, because he sees himself as his mother's killer, and thinks this is the point at which his tragedy was locked into place. They both thought their 'tragedies' were down to a single event. It's not that simple.

Lu Guang wants to personally protect Cheng Xiaoshi by controlling all scenarios. Not exactly taking his will, but limiting his choices. There's probably a whole post to be made on how QJ/LTC/LG each approach the agency of the ones they want to protect, but that's not for now.

Anyway, Li Tianchen as the foil to Lu Guang. At the end of s2, he has in theory let go of Li Tianxi but in practice he's just burying himself deeper by following Liu Xiao. Trying to entirely shun the past so he can believe that he still has some element of control. Both LTC and LG are at the extreme ends of clinging on vs letting go and that means the correct answer has to lie somewhere in the middle. Not shunning the past, but accepting it, and using that resolve to move forward.

So, Liu Xiao. We don't have much on him but what we do have is his belief that uncertainties should become certainties. He's deterministic and set explicitly as the counter to Lu Guang, whose own aim is to change events rather than lock them into place. They both want to *control* all aspects, but for differing reasons. In fate vs free will, it makes sense that our protagonist is on the side of free will, but it's interesting that he's presented himself so much as the opposite previously. He and CXS haven't exactly switched places, but to the audience, they've definitely taken on traits of the other.

Liu Xiao's whole spiel about how all options will eventually lead to the same outcomes, with him set *against* Lu Guang, very much seems like it's a setup for a "defeat fate" type plotline though. It's hammered in that there is no escape, no other option. Are we expected to accept this? It doesn't seem so. It's something I'm struggling to reconcile somewhat with the earlier messages about accepting the past, but maybe that's not quite it. Maybe it's about control vs freedom?

Trust fall. Every dive with LG and CXS is an act of mutual trust where they need to act in tandem. Dives go astray when one party acts without the other. For CXS, this is about him acting against LG's instructions (texting Emma's parents, staying in the earthquake dive). For LG, this is about him withholding info because he doesn't trust how CXS will react.

Lu Guang needs to put his trust in CXS before his withholding of information creates an unresolvable rift. He needs to stop trying to control CXS in order to keep him safe. We saw how that spun out for Li Tianchen and Li Tianxi. LG needs to put the choice into Cheng Xiaoshi's hands and let him decide his own fate. It reminds me of how Cheng Xiaoshi laid everything out for Emma and let her decide whether to live. It was only outside interference that prevented her, but she did make the choice to survive. And she did it by remembering those small moments. By accepting that tragedy happens but there are still people that make it worth it.

For LG and CXS, they need to mutually trust each other and that's how they'll find their way through.

#also something about how nodes are always framed as yes/no this happens or it doesn't #when in reality they're the culmination of numerous decisions to get to any one place.#and so it'd be neat to see any 'fixes' take that into account though idk how deeply it'll go into that.#link click #link click spoilers #shiguang daili ren spoilers #also also. noodle ladies. I have thoughts on their resolution + how it ties into the 'there is no single answer' bc the rift wasn't actuall #about the secret ingredient. the secret ingredient was more a representation of yu xia forgetting their history.#but that's stuff still locked in my other drafts ig #edit: but also it's like. if you try to save/fix someone by controlling them that universally doesn't work out.#noodle lesbians and emma (pre-interference) were able to work things out because there was communication not control.#chen xiao communicated his wishes and that's how he got his closure. xss and dong yi's whole story was about communicating #and how the lack of it was actively inhibiting them

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franeridan · 7 months

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the whole one hour and forty minutes of op stampede are worth it even just for that half a second of interaction between mihawk and zoro actually thank you and amen 🙏

#he saves his ass #and then looks at him and smirks......#ahshshshsjdjsh that's his dad!!!! healthy father son rivalry i say!!!!#tbh I don't usually feel like watching op movie much #i..... don't exactly read op for the fights and the movies are usually just fights so #¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯#but sometimes I'm in the specific mood of seeing weird team ups or interactions so i end up watching a bunch of movies one after the other #stampede is............eh #it's okay ig a bit too exaggerated for my tastes but that's just the op movies usual taste #only the movies can make me question how things work in the op universe btw usually I'm down for anything #but then i watch a movie and I'm like “is that really how that is supposed to work...?”#Anyway I'm always up for seeing law being treated as part of the crew #and my zoro stan heart cries when i say this but I'm sorta always up for seeing law act as a sub captain for the crew huhuhu #sorry first mate i swear i would never try to take your spot from you #anyway law picking up robin was sweet law seeking luffy as a safe space was beautiful sabo's........#everything but especially his interactions with smoker were fun #but like the whole movie was really more of just a spot the cameo than anything 😂 it's okay!!!#I'm not lying when i say watching it was worth it even just for zoro and mihawk #that's the small stuff i watch the movies for anyway huhuhu #next one....gold. i don't think i watched that yet either #that's for another day tho now sleep

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linthehero · 10 months

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boy howdy do i love drawing characters different from how theyre actually supposed to look just for the fun of it, anyways sorry this is just a small low effort drawing i did on vacation but here’s my bobby worst interp

#bobby worst #brcu #brandon rogers #brandon rogers cinematic universe #ig it’s not insanely out of canon but #idk im worried someones gonna start bitching and moaning about ‘blackwashing’#i know that isnt his hairstyle idk why i struggle with it so much but #i also kind of wanted his hair to look how it did when he was younger #and sorry about his outfit i cant draw his weird shoulder things so i gave him that cape thing #and idk why i added the corset i just think he would #10/10 bobby worst very evil and very whorish #i took a screenshot and didnt save the actual drawing because i might add more drawings to it #im just now seeing how low quality it is..#whatever enjoy the fcking drawing

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ron-do-i-get-to-sing-my-way · 3 months

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Getting ready to write my driver’s test that I’ve procrastinated forever, I’m worried I’m going to zone out and make some dumb mistake (like accidentally run someone over whoops)

#of COURSE I booked it during school bus time -.-#Finally getting around to writing it thanks to rhe comical HOUR LONG BUS RIDE to the university (I live like 15-20 minutes away by car)#I can’t take it anymore #broken small Canadian town transit system #(idk how I’m going to get a car but there go my savings ig 🥲)

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purplequay · 2 years

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what if they got together in the afterlife would that be crazy or what

#💉heretic's art #💉me irl #trover saves the universe #tstu #dr kill #killian #klover #girls love posting for a dead fandom for a nonexistent crackship <3 [lh]#actually i dont even know what to name their crackship #feel free to send suggestions in inbox ig

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llycaons · 6 months

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oh my god I have this asoiaf character alignment chart youtube video up and they're talking about sansa and how she's not really in the position to be a moral actor and someone in the chat was like "she screwed over tyrion at the wedding!" like im sorry the 14 year old child hostage who's been terrorized and abused for months doesn't want to kneel to make the adult man who helped murder her family and who she is SUDDENLY BEING FORCED TO MARRY feel better about himself??? WOW yeah she's evil for SURE I hate asoiaf fans

#the host was like 'I'm going to give the benefit of the doubt to the child bride' but even if she was being mean to him. who cares #tyrion isn't the center of the universe and he holds enormous power over her in almost every single way. her resistance in any form #would be completely justified or at least understandable without labeling her as EVIL #ig you can argue she's self-centered but she's a child being abused with zero autonomy and she still saved the life of ser dontos #and extended compassion to sweetrobin. and even if not...can you blame her for trying to survive and being concerned about her own safety #and wanting to be treated well and wanting to go home?#and not catering to the feelings of. again. one of her captors who she is being forced to marry #they immediately recognized this pursuit was absurd btw. especially for a series with so many morally complex characters #but it's a 6 hr long video so its good bg noise #cor.txt

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antstarion · 2 years

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if any of my followers are going to uni GET A FIRST AID KIT please. i didn’t get one and today i lived to regret that. please, i know it seems unnecessary but even if you don’t need it, someone else might. and no, plasters/band aids (?) won’t cut it.

#university #freshers #ig #pls #hoping to save someone from my own mistakes #today taught me i know nothing ab first aid at all and i’m shit in a crisis

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sleep-deprived-lesbian · 11 months

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after four years i still cant hear mr sandman without thinking of the edit someone made of my high school principal as mr clean with that song sampled

#there was a whole ig page dedicated to making memes of him is this a universal experience #i think i still have the pic of him as an m&m saved somewhere #someone made a painting of him super muscular with the word 'juicy' and put it in his office #im still not sure if he actually thought the whole bit was funny or if he was just glad we were taking our energy on something nonviolent #maybe both

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corancoranthemagicalman · 1 year

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Me: starts hyperfixating on Ace Attorney at the beginning of the week

Me: no problem been here before

Me, at dnd tonight: wow this npc sounds like a dating Sim!

Crowley (Fergus): makes a joke about dating Sims that isn't accurate at all

Me: you've clearly never played a dating sim

A player who we will call The Kidd: well if you think about it, Ace Attorney is a dating sim

#what the fuck is my liFE #unPROMPTED even #i hadnt mentioned it ONCE #ive said ace attorney out loud maybe twice to my little brother since the hyperfixation hit #other than that its been fairly contained saved for a few intrernal court jokes #why did the universe do that to me #fr #c plays dnd #ace attorney ig #i asked him which route he took #he said miles #i said who could blame him #then i mightve jokingly called the iris route problematic im sorry iris ily so much but it waa for the vine

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