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The Algae Is Always Greener On The Other Side (Part 1)

(Just finished the Rise series and movie, almost done with 2012 season 3, I NEEDED TO MAKE THIS! It's 4,500+ words long and it's taken me hours to write this, and I am so tired and have work tomorrow, so if there's typos I'm sorry but they can't be helped. Starting with 2012 Episode 1, next part will be 2012 Episode 2, then we'll do Rise Episode 1. Rise Boys and 2012 Boys, plus Splinters and Aprils, are all trapped watching their respective shows with each other)

"Ugh... what the..." Raph puts his hand to his head, slowly opening his eyes. "Oh, not this again, where're we now?"

"At least we're all in the same room this time," Donnie grunts, pushing himself up. He gasps quietly. "Or... the same... somewhere."

It's not really a room, per say. Just a... space. It's not a blank void, but it's not anything recognizable. It's almost incomprehensible, except for a few things.

There's a rug beneath them. It has the Hamato Clan symbol on it. There's a large TV in front of them. There's a big couch. And they're very much not alone.

Splinter rises to his feet, wincing and holding his own head. Leo gets up a second later, sees his Sensei struggling, and moves to support him. April groans from her spot on the rug, and Donnie rushes to help her stand.

None of them touch the... other, group.

The big one gets up first. "Okay... who poisoned us this time?"

"That was once."

"Once is too many times, Donnie!"

"Raph, shhhh, my head is full of bees."

April blinks. "Are those-"

"At least it's not the '87 ones again," Donnie mumbles. "But, but how did we all-"

"OHMIGOSH!" The other Mikey suddenly gets into Donnie's face, and boy does it hurt his eyes, because somehow this alternate is still 2D and it's even less comprehensible than their surroundings. If it gets any worse he might succumb to eldritch maddness. "Are you guys... us?!"

"Most likely." Donnie scoots away. "Let me guess. Mikey?"

"YES! I can't believe it! Why do you look so weird?"

"We look weird?" Raph growls and stalks closer to Other Mikey. "You're the ones who're cartoons!"

"Ahem." Big Raph picks Little Raph up by his shell. "Hey, let's not get off on the wrong foot here, okay? Hi, nice to meet you, I'm Raph."

"I'm Raph."

"Okay... uh... is that a problem for you?"

"Raph, don't-" Leo is cut off by Little Raph crossing his arms.

"Yes, it is."

"Okay, uh. I'll be... um..."

"RAPHIE!" Other Leo jumps up on Raphie's back. "Oh, we're so getting the other us to call you Raphie!"

"Fine. Then you're Leon."

"These are just nicknames we already have." Other Donnie dusts himself off. "I shall be... Othello Von Ryan!"

Raph snorts. "yeah, I'm not calling you that."

"He can be Donald." Leon smirks at him.

"Fine! Then Mikey is Angelo!"

"Works for me!"

"Our Splinter gets to stay Splinter," Leo demands.

"Okay." The human girl with them shrugs. "Ours is usually Splints, anyway. I, though, am not changing my name! I am... APRILLLL O'NEIL!" She strikes a pose with her bat.

"What if you go by your full name, and I just go by our first, then?"

"alright, I can get beh- wait. You're me? I got whitewashed? In the year of our lord 2022?"

"Um... for us it's 2012- no, wait, 20... 13? No..."

"It does not matter." Splinter looks around. "Why are we here?"

"Who cares? This TV is the screen of my dreams!" Splints leaps into the couch. "Hehehe, now where is my remote? I want to watch-"

The TV flickers to life, making everyone draw their weapons. Thumping hip-hop music begins to play as the screen shows shots of a dim New York city. It zooms in on a manhole cover, and transitions to sewer pipes.

"Hey! I did not pick this!"

"Wait... that looks like..." Donnie sits down as well. The screen shows a shot of a dojo from the outside, and then Raph's face takes up the screen.

"It's us!" Mikey hops onto the couch, and Angelo plops down right next to him. "Dudes, we're a TV show! Check us outtttt!"

"You guys look so serious." April O'Neil laughs a little as she sits. "Is that just life for you?"

"You have no idea," Leo grumbles.

The training session begins, and Leo is shown running at Mikey. Mikey defends, grinning and bragging as they spar. Angelo's eyes shine as he watches the way Mikey uses his nunchucks.

"Whoa... are you doing that without mystic powers?!"

"Um, yeah? WAIT! Do you have mystic powers?!"

"I sure do!"

"AWESOME!"

"Sheesh, but that Me is lame." Leon kicks his feet up. "The fighting is coo but where are the jokes? The snappy one-liners? The taunts?"

"Just wait," Raph says with a grin. "Trust me, we can't get him to shut up with those sometimes."

"Hey!"

Raphie frowns as Screen Leo hits Mikey in the gut hard enough for Mikey to go down. "Wait, are you guys training there?"

"Yeah. Why? Do you train differently?"

"We usually try not to knock each other out. ... Usually."

Raph eyes his counterpart. "You and I are very different people."

"Is it bad to ask about the voice?" Leon leans over to Leo. "Because you do not have that voice the TV has."

"I got throat damage."

"Riiiight. And... how do throats work in your world?"

"Nardo, hush!" Donald leans forward. "My counterpart is now onscre- what is that? Why-why is your staff made of wood? I have used one and it worked fine, but that was with mystic powers."

"Oooooh, spinny..." Angelo is transfixed as Screen Donnie spins his bo like there's no tomorrow before attacking.

"Trust me, I've tried other weapons." Donnie shrugs. "It's just, familiar and reliable. Plus I uh, add a blade to it sometime after this, since this is pretty clearly the day we were first allowed to go to the surface."

The TV pauses as all of the other more colorful turtles and non-turtles slowly turn to look at them.

"Your first day up there?" Leon's face scrunches. "And... how old are you in this?"

"Fifteen."

Splints leaps to his feet. "You were not allowed on the surface until you were fifteen?! What did you do until then?!"

"Uh, this." Leo gestures at the TV. "And watched shows, too, and read comics!"

"And that's... it?" Raphie looks sick. He looks at Splinter. "Why'd you do that?"

"You will see soon." Splinter sighs. "Perhaps our worlds are very different, if you think it was not needed to hide away."

"Oh, we hid," Splints says. "But I would never force my sons to experience so little in life!"

"You were pretty absent to stop us for a long time, to be fair," Donald chimes in.

"Wha- I was trying not to smother you!"

"We love you anyway, Pops," Angelo says while hugging his father. "But yeah, you didn't pay enough attention to stop us usually."

"By the way, this might be a bad time to mention it, but um, your Splinter sounds like our Shredder. You guys have one of those, right?"

Splinter's eyes go wide. "I- I share a voice with your Oruko Saki?"

"... Okay, so you do..."

"Leon." April moves her hand across her neck.

"What? I'm just saying he- ooooh he's having a panic attack. ... My bad."

Raph growls at Leon. "Well you know what? Your Splinter sounds like an assassin who tries to kill us all the time!"

"What?" Splints looks at the screen again. "But how-"

"Yeah, well, your me sounds like if we gave one of our Foot Enemies a lozenge!" Donald chimes in, backing up his Leon.

"Well you sound like you only eat plain noodles all the time!" Mikey shouts, jumping to his feet.

"You sound like my robot son Shelldon if he was a jerk!"

"HEY, NOBODY TALKS TO MIKEY LIKE THAT BUT ME-"

"ENOUGH!" Splinter rises to his feet, and all of the more colorful group flinch away as memories hit them. He sighs, rubbing his eyes. "Enough. Perhaps, this is why we are here. To help heal some wounds those we share similarities with across worlds have caused. But we will never now if we do not allow this to finish running it's course."

"Fine." Splinters crosses his arms and gets back on the couch. "But I will think you deprived your sons of important experiences."

"I sometimes do as well. But you will see why I had no choice."

The show resumes, and they watch Donnie and Raph spar. Donald leans over and whispers to Donnie, "Is that staff spinning a stim?"

"How did you-"

"You're also on the spectrum?"

"I haven't even told my brothers-"

"Shhhhh. It's okay. I may find you strange and offputting, but we have solidarity in this." he moves back to his seat, slowly, with a slide whistle sound, because he's a 2D cartoon.

"Onegai Shimasu."

"Wait wait wait, you speak Japanese?!" Leon looks over at Leo in amazement. "Did your Splinter actually teach you Japanese?!"

"Yours didn't?"

"We live in the New York sewers! Understanding Japanese was always lower on the list than 'Reading signs that say you will die' and 'This is how you scream for help'!"

The training goes on, and Angelo slowly comes to frown. "Heyyy... why are Mikey and Donnie left out of the fighting?"

"We lost. That's how it goes, bros." Mikey shrugs.

"Well then, how do you learn to work as a team?"

The more muted colored turtles all share looks, and Leo coughs. "We're... constantly improving our teamwork."

"We still suck at it," Raph says bluntly.

Raphie frowns harder as he watches his other self take pride in hurting Leo and then brag about being better. "So... I'm guessing you're not the oldest of your family."

"Nope."

"And you're definitely not the one who protects them all the time."

"Actually, he kinda does. And also beats us up. He does both. ... Bilingual!"

Donnie smacks his face with a groans. "Not what that means, Mikey."

Training ends with Splinter giggling mischievously, and Splints finds himself giggling in a not dissimilar fashion.

And then...

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Teenage Mutant Turtles! Heros in a half shell, turtle power! Here we go it's the lean green ninja team-

"Oh, whoa, dudes! This rocks!" Mikey jumps up and starts dancing, and the entire colorful clan follows.

Leonardo's! The leader in blue, does anything it take to get his ninjas through!

"Wait, you're already the leader?" Leon gapes. "No wonder you're so not-quippy, you're like Raph but more willing to fight us!"

Donatello is a fellow, has a way with machines!

"That's all I get?!" Donnie stands up and points at the screen accusingly. "I do chemistry, bio-chemistry, hacking, half of our planning-"

"I think the lyric is fine." Donald crosses his arms.

Raphael's got the most attitude on the team!

All eyes turn now to Raphie, who seems to be trying to make himself smaller and sweating under all the attention.

"Raph has the most attitude?" Angelo says slowly in disbelief.

"Wow... we drew the best Raph card, didn't we?" Leon pats his older brother on the shoulder. "Thank you for not being giant and temperamental, bossman."

"Can you imagine if our Raph was huge like that?" Mikey whispers to April.

"No... good thing he's small."

"I can hear you, and being short has it's advantages you know!"

Michelangelo! He's one of a kind, and you know just where to find him when it's party time!

"Heck yeah you do, dudes!" Mikey does a spin move on his shell. "Whoo! Party guy, right here!"

"Wow!" Angelo jumps in, trying to copy the moves as exactly as he can.

"STOP!" Donald suddenly goes completely still staring at the screen in... horror. "Are those..."

Leo on the screen cuts two robots in half... and pink brain creatures pop out.

"The Kraang." Leo shrugs. "They were tough at first, but-"

"They're... tiny." Leon is staring as well, stiff as a board and gripping his katanas so tight his green knuckles turn white. "They... they're tiny? And you can cut their suits in half?"

"Yes. ... Why? What are yours-"

"Not tiny." Raph reaches up and covers his eye.

The energy in the room shifts to something... stifling. April shudders, feeling the cold terror and rage and jealousy swirl through her own spirit.

"I don't know if we can watch this," Splints mutters. "My sons, are you..."

"They're easy to beat?" Leon breaths out.

"... For the most part," Leo says softly. "We struggle here at first."

"Do any of you get... do they..."

"... One grabs my face after the first fight," Mikey says, sitting down slowly. April holds her head as the terror increases. "But I get it off really fast!"

"They're basically jokes," Raph says, uncrossing hsi arms and leaning forward. "They talk stupid, and once they're out of those suits they can't do anything. If yours could even speak outside of those suits, they could do more than ours can."

"... Okay." Leon sits back down. "Okay. We can... we can do this guys, right? It's... it's just like making fun of the villains when we're fighting them. Make them little, and they can't hurt us as bad."

"... Right." Angelo sits back down, clinging to Raphie's arm. The rest of the family does the same, Raphie and Leo becoming squished into the center of the huddle.

The other group doesn't ask. It feels... private. The show resumes.

It shows a pile of algae and worms, and Mikey gags. "I can't believe we used to eat that every day."

"You ate that every day?!" Leon, still pale but seemingly comforted by his protective wall of family, gags as well.

"For fifteen long, long years," Donnie says sadly, wincing as he recalls the feeling of worms in his mouth.

"What's the frosting made out of?" "You don't wanna know."

"Mikey?" Angelo looks at him with wide, sad eyes. "Do you not know how to cook real food?"

"Uh, I can blend pizza into a milkshake."

"If we can see each other again when we're out of this weird place, I'm teaching you how to cook. For real."

"Awesome!"

"HAPPY MUTATION DAY!"

"Ooooh, everyone hush now," Donald says, waving a hand. "Origin story time, I love these."

Splints watches, arms crossed, growling. "You just stumbled into it?! I was kidnapped by my girlfriend, and then kidnapped again by my new co-parent and former enemy, and then had to rescue my sons from being turned into weapons against humanity!"

Now the muted colors clan turns to stare.

"Don't worry, that guy is good now!" Angelo says brightly. "He's a lunchperson!"

"You let the genocide-hungry madman work around human children?!" Raph shouts.

"He reformed!" Angelo protests. "He's our other dad now!"

"You guys are messed up!" Raph crosses his arms again and turns to scowl at the TV.

"Go no further! This place is a place where you are not allowed to be in this place! We have been seen in this place by you, so this is not a place that will be left by you!"

The colorful clan's jaws drop.

"Is that... how your Krang talk?" Leon breathes.

"All. The. Time!" Mikey groans in irritation. "It's the worst!"

"I think we'll be okay watching this after all," April O'Neil says with a grin. "Because these guys are nothin'!"

"Wait, you kept the canister?!" Splints laughs. "That- you kept it! That is such a bad memento!"

They watch Splinter speak in riddles about if the turtles are allowed to go to the surface or not. Eventually they break out the Sad Eyes, and he allows them to go up.

"Ha, not as tough as you pretend, huh Little Raph?" April O'Neil smirks.

"If it gets the job done it gets done, I'm not ashamed of that."

"Cuteness powers," Angelo whispers, fistbumping Mikey.

"Whoaaa, that cartoon looks like a Jupiter Jim ripoff!" Leon's eyes sparkle. "I gotta watch all of it, right now!"

"Do you mean that? Because I have all of the VHS tapes!"

"Ugh, VHS tapes? Why do you guys live in the ancient times?"

"More importantly, why are you all in a void doing random fighting moves and poses?" Donald points at the screen.

Donnie shrugs. "How should we know? To us we were just practicing a little extra before going up. It's a TV show, it's not going to represent everything perfectly exact."

They watch Splinter give cliché parental advice, and Splint's expression softens. No matter the world, no matter how absent he can sometimes be, he always wants his boys to be safe.

They watch the turtles climb out of the sewers for the first time, and Leon frowns. "Uh... guys? Why is your New York so... empty?"

"Why wouldn't it be?"

"Um, because it's the city that never sleeps?"

"... What?"

"Your New York is terrible," April O'Neil declares.

They watch Donnie freak out over some computers, and Mikey freak out over some neon lights. Then they see a pizza boy ride up, and Raph scare him.

"The one single living human in your entire New York, and you scared him!" Leon shakes his head. "Who knows when you'll see anyone again in that empty wasteland?!"

"Soon, trust us," Donnie says.

And then they watch the very first time the turtles try pizza.

"You poor, poor souls," Raphie sniffles, genuinely tearing up at how they're frightened of the delicious food at first. "How'd you even survive?!" His family all nod with him, also all tearing up.

"Dudes, I ask myself that same question all the time," Mikey says solemnly."

But the tears disappear as soon as the next shot comes, of them running with their arms sticking straight out behind them. Leon, Donald, Mikey, Raphie, and April all react by choking like they were just gut-punched.

"Are you... Naruto running?" Donald whispers. Is it horror? Awe? Confusion? None can tell.

"What's... Naruto?" Donnie and the others all look lost.

"Ohmigosh," Angelo whispers. "They don't even know."

"This is so funny and so, so sad," Leon says.

"The music is cool, at least," Raphie says, trying so hard not to laugh.

"Guys! Look at that!"

It pans down to a girl and her father-

"AHH!" Donnie hurries to cover April's eyes and ears. "No, uh, haha! This didn't happen, stupid TV show, getting things wrong-"

The colorful clan stares in horror as it zooms in on April, romantic music playing, and then back to Donnie surrounded by hearts and drooling...

"I'm going to be sick," Donald gags. "I- hurk-" He retches over the back of the couch, and April O'Neil stares at Donnie in horror.

"IT WAS A LONG TIME AGO!" Donnie pops his entire body into his shell, steam of embarrassment and mortification rising out. From within comes his echoey protest of "I DON'T EVEN FEEL THAT WAY ANYMORE!"

They watch April and her father clearly about to be kidnapped, and Donnie say to save her while Leo says they were told not to.

"What kind of heartless not-hero are you?!" Raphie exclaims.

"It was our first time ever on the surface! Excuse me for being a little afraid to get into a fight!"

"I thought you wanted to be a hero! Since when do heroes ask for permission?"

"Yeah, you said it, Tiny Me!" Raphie holds out his fist for a bump. With a moment of hesitation, Raph obliges. His fist is tiny as it doinks against Raphie's larger, spikier one, but they both smile afterwards.

Screen Donnie jumps right down to help, and Donald scoffs. "First into battle and you don't even have tech? I don't know if that foolish or brave, no I'm lying it's foolish."

"It was, but I just knew I couldn't let April be kidnapped."

The guys throw her into the back of a van, and Raph is the first to engage with the creepy clearly-not-human men. They watch the absolute disaster of a fight as everyone gets in each other's way. Even with impressive individual skills, they just aren't a team.

"Don't feel too bad," Raphie says as all of the turtles looks away from the screen in shame. "Our first fight was also a disaster."

"Majorly so," Leon agrees. "We got our butts whooped."

They watch Donnie knock a bad guy away, causing April to almost fall. He grabs her and smiles, and she screams! It makes Donnie scream back, dropping her and flinching away!

"Sorry about that, by the way," April says, patting Donnie's hand. "It was just a lot to process in the moment."

"No, no, it's... fine." Donnie pulls his hand away, looks at his three fingers with... some mix of repulsion and a form of grief. "If I were human, I'd scream too."

The colorful clan all frown and narrow their eyes. Angelo stands up. "Dr. Feelings in session."

"What does that-"

Angelo grabs Donnie by the shoulders. "You know you aren't lesser than a human, don't you? We're unique and different, but that doesn't make us anything bad or to be ashamed of. You're an awesome ninja who's first instinct was to save the girl in danger, you're a good person and that's what counts!"

Donnie stares, mouth agape, unable to respond. April giggles, and puts her arm around him.

"He's right, Donnie. Human or not, you're my best friend, and I'm glad to know you."

"B-but-"

"Shush shush shush, sit on it, think about it, let it heal you." Angelo sits back down, earning a fistbump from Donald and Leon.

The fight continues to go badly for them, and April is taken away. Mikey is left alone, with one of the creepy men.

"This is the part, dudes! Once we get into the alley the Kraang pops out! Get ready!"

With narrowed eyes and tense body language, the colorful clan watch. Screen Mikey lashes out with his weapon, and cuts half the face off of the man.

"HOLY HOT SOUP!!!" The entire colorful clan shoot up out of their seats, striken with shock!!!

"YOU CUT A MAN'S FACE OFF!" Angelo screams!

"It was a robot, look!"

"BUT YOU DIDN'T KNOW THAT!!!"

"Neither did we!" Raph looks at Mikey. "Dude, what the heck happened?!"

"I panicked, alright?! Just- whatever, I never did it again!"

Finally, it happens. The Kraang pops out and latches onto Mikey's face, as humorous music plays.

Raphie can't watch, nor can his brothers, but April O'Neil and Splints can. They both shudder in disgust.

Mikey runs out ad tries to tell his brothers what happened, but in his panic he doesn't say the right words immediately, and after that they spend the whole time assuming he's delusional or stupid or just lying.

"You guys are so mean!" Raphie pulls Mikey over to the colorful huddle. "Why would you assume the worst?! And why would the leader slap someone who's panicking?!"

"Look, I admit with hindsight we... didn't react very well here. But we were just tired and annoyed after losing the fight!"

"Not an excuse!" Raphie squeezes Mikey in a hug, making Mikey's eyes big out and knocking the wind out of him. "He's your brother!"

"Don't any of you lie or make things up sometimes and ruin your trust?" Raph growls.

All eyes turn to Donald and Leon.

"Whaaaaat?" Leon chuckles, sweating. "I don't-"

"We're both the evil twin, but I am eviler," Donald says.

Back in the sewer, they watch Splinter scold the team, and the team begin to fight with each other.

"You guys really do suck as a team," Raphie mutters.

"We've gotten better since then," Mikey wheezes.

"Oh, well that's good to- oh my gosh! Have I been crushing you this whole time?!"

"It was kinda nice though."

Screen Splinter takes responsibility for having failed to train them as a team, and says it'll be another year before they try again. Donnie protests, insisting they help the family.

"So you're the heroics-obsessed one in your universe?" Donald looks incredulously at his counterpart.

"No! ... Not-not always! ... M-maybe, sometimes, look most of the time if I don't do something, no-one else will!"

"I feel that," Raphie says, now holding his hand out for a bump from Donnie. Donnie gives him one, while glaring and fuming at Donald.

They watch Splinter consider the words, and look at a photo of himself, a woman, and a baby. Splints gasps.

"You had a family before the boys?"

"... I did." Splinter looks away.

"Why are they with you down there?" Leon asks. Angelo shakes his head.

"Fire sounds," Angelo mouths. Leon blinks, and then looks at Splinter with sympathy.

Splinter appoints Leo the leader, and Raph gets angry.

"It turned out to be the right choice," Raph grumps.

They explain the plan to Mikey, apparently something they did many times before then. While it irritates the others, Mikey remains peppy. It then turns into a slow montage of Donnie and Mikey trying to pass the time. They play paper football, Mikey naps while Donnie tries to jumprope and does poorly at it, and they play I Spy.

"Okay, I'm thinking of something green. Ga-reen, ga-reen!" "...Is it Raphael again?"

"Whoa, what was with the first name use?" Leon calls out.

"And why do you sound so tired?" April O'Neil looks worried. "How many times did Mikey pick Raph?"

"I don't even know. The hours blurred together into sludge," Donnie groans.

"What else would Mikey pick, in that empty nothingness they pretend is New York city? What a complete lack of town," Donald says.

Raph complains about how the villains will never show up, and then they immediately show up. Leo quotes Space Heroes, but everyone else is already down there. He follows, and the turtles surround a man.

"Did Donnie just punch a fist into his open hand?" Leon says, drawing out the words. "Like a schoolyard bully?"

"I was trying to be intimidating!"

"Aim a gun at him."

"I don't have guns!"

"Do you have robots with guns?"

"No! Well, Metalhead had a flamethrower, but... I-I haven't... rebuilt him. ... Yet."

All of the screen turtles try to intimidate the man, and he responds by... firing a gun at them.

"See? I told you."

"Shut it, Donald."

The chase goes about as well as the first right, with Raph being smashed into a building and the man almost getting away if not for Leo throwing a well-aimed (or just very lucky) shuriken. The van crashes, and they surround it. When they open the door...

A canister rolls out.

The glowing blue-and-green liquid makes an odd sound as it rolls to Mikey's feet. He stares at it for a second, and then- "Mom?!"

A sting plays, and the episode ends with a grayscale still.

"Oh, what?!" Donald grabs his head in frustration. "I hate cliffhangers!"

"But... are we supposed to be surprised that the weird robot Krang guys are the same ones? They kind of laid that out for us at the start," Leon says.

Angelo shakes his head. "I think it's supposed to be building the mystery, getting us invested!"

"Well, I certainly am." Splints leans back in his seat. "If only we had snacks!"

Suddenly, several fresh pizzas appear.

"Well, an eating break won't hurt anyone," Raphie says, rubbing his hands together."

"Let me check for poisons," both Donnie and Donald say at the same time.

"I hate that that's what we have most in common so far," Angelo sighs.

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Hi sweetheart! I saw other anonymous being rude about your writing tempo. Honestly fuck them. It doesn't matter how long you take for a chapter because in the end it will be perfect. The wait just builds anticipation and it's so worth it.

Lol Tara wakes up and thinks she'll get pancakes only for Sam to have cooked them. What a terrible start in the day.

Sam, I love you. I really do. But come on. Tara got her guts rearranged and not in a good way so please let that girl have some normal pancakes for once. Here I will even give Tara a pass for being grumpy with Sam. Healthy pancakes isn't okay, that's a crime against humanity.

Aw man Sam. Is so adorable. She cares so much and just wants the best for Tara. Girls, eat your carrots and cucumber to make Sam happy!

"We need bodies to catch Ghostface" I sure hope you don't meant it literally...Tara, don't use your friends as bait, please.

Well Sam. That wasn't a great performance here... Shouldn't you pay attention to the door and any noises? Girlie please.

NO FUCKING WAY MINDY MADD A POWERPOINT! 1. That's big girlboss energy. 2. No joke, I was so bored at work that I also messed around with it... I only had like 3 slides but... Mindy I love you.

Lol Liv is trying her best. Let that girl have her moment.

Ha, sassy Tara really is my favorite. Her quips are so hilarious 😂

The principals detention. Not bad. Of course Tara has experience with that. Girlie is a menace.

Okay go off Tara. Ya know girl, accidents happen at football. No need to baby slam that poor girl. But it's Tara, I'm surprised she didn't break her leg or something... and what does it say about me that I find Tara's action kinda hot...

😂 damn Tara really is like am angry chihuahua. Barking and going off on anyone that dares to be negative to R. We love to see it!

Okay, Liv. I'm sure that ar some point in your life you've had a good idea but telling Tara and R to FUCK IN SCHOOL is absolutely NOT a good idea. Let them have some self respect please. I'm sure that would give them more than detention. Liv, try again. Just let Tara go off on someone again. It's her favorite past time activity after fucking R and killing people.

Hell yes Chad! That's what I'm talking about. You get a cookie for that idea 🍪

"Liv folds like a lawn chair" OMG The mental image 😂 It cracked me up. Anything related to Liv always makes me laugh. Poor girl.

Ah Sam. I love how protective you are. And you're right. These idiots are incredible to be around, hilarious friends but no. They can't protect anyone, they're way too goofy for that. Yes Sam! Join them and become the only competent leader of the scooby gang!

Lol Tara shut up. Stop being grumpy about being denied having sex at school! That girl is addicted to sex, I swear.

Oh please don't tell me they got the reputation cause they ACTUALLY fucked at school a couple of times... They really got some nerves.

OH HELL YES LETS ANTAGONZIE THE BORING HISTORY TEACHER! Doing that was my dream in school. I'm living out my teenage dream through Tara and R right now.

TARA!! "He's balding" I gasped out loud. That was absolutely savage. I love it!

OMG TARA LITERALLY CAME FOR HIS WIG!! WIG SNATCHED! I REPEAT, WIG SNATCHED! Okay, this part was absolutely fantastic. It's my favorite paragraph you've ever written. I was brimming with excitement, I love evil little bitches going off on boring teachers. My teenage self is happy now. Take that, Mr. Christ! (He was balding too so very fitting)

You sure letting Chad and Liv sneak away together is a good idea... they're nearly as horny as Tara...

Oh I doubt the Sjeriff would be knocking on their door because SHE IS GHOSTFACE! Yes, I'm still convinced it's her. Come on people, wake up!

(I'm sure this is a lot of fun for you. Either you're like damn, that bitch got it right or you're like ha, she's so wrong about it)

Lop why did you come for Latvia like this 😭

Of course Tara is offended about shooting the gun right. I love her so much.

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK OH HELL NO ABSOLUTELY NOT!! WHY DID YOU HAVE TARA GET ARRESTED?? ATE YOU TRYING TO GIVE US A HEATT ATTACK? Girl I will sue you for emotional damage 💔

Okay no. If that isn't prove for Judy being Ghostface then call me delusional. How in the world is she even allowed to investigate her own sons death?? That can't be legal. She must have caught wind of the plan and wanted to finally get rid of Tara.

Oh man, poor Tara. She is completely out of control here and is so desperate for R to be safe.

Okay hmm. They are still going through with the plan. Oh no, I'm doubting Judy being Ghostface now... As if she would Attest Tara and then go into the school to kill the scooby gang. Aah help I'm so confused now. What did you do to me 😭

Poor Tara was arrested, Judy feels victorious and the others are still going through with the plan. I'm emotionally destroyed, how will I be able to work now??

Also sorry for this long ass ask but I told you I will get more unhinged the closer we get to discovering the identity of Ghostface.

Hi bby!!! Thank you for your amazing asks as always 😊

I live for how your train of thought is getting more and more chaotic 😂

#ask #ghostface!tara #spoilers

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kingsdespair-if · 8 months

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What music do you associate with each route?

I've spent too much time pondering over this, anon. 😂

Well, here we go:

Amisha: Studio Killers - Jenny (I Wanna Ruin Our Friendship)

"Jenny, darling, you're my best friend But there's a few things that you don't know of Why I borrow your lipstick so often I'm using your shirt as a pillow case

I wanna ruin our friendship We should be lovers instead I don't know how to say this 'Cause you're really my dearest friend

Jenny, take my hand 'Cause we are more than friends I will follow you until the end Jenny, take my hand I cannot pretend Why I never like your new boyfriends"

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Veleena: Bad Omens - Just Pretend

"I'm not afraid of the war You’ve come to wage against my sins I'm not okay But I can try my best to just pretend

I can wait for you at the bottom I can stay away if you want me to I can wait for years if I gotta Heaven knows I ain’t getting over you

We’ll try again when we’re not so different We will make amends Till then, I’ll just pretend

Weigh down on me Stay till morning Way down, would you say I'm worthy?"

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Khalid: Ghost - Stay (feat. Patrick Wilson)

"If this world is wearing thin And you're thinking of escape I'll go anywhere with you Just wrap me up in chains But if you try to go alone Don't think I'll understand

Stay with me

In the silence of your room In the darkness of your dreams You must only think of me There can be no in between When your pride is on the floor I'll make you beg for more"

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Veldon: Sleep Token - Rain

"For so long, I have waited So long that I almost became Just a stoic statue, fit for nobody And I don't wanna get in your way But I finally think I can say That the vicious cycle was over The moment you smiled at me

And just like the rain You cast the dust into nothing And wash out the salt from my hands So touch me again I feel my shadow dissolving Will you cleanse me with pleasure?"

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Kaellë: Skott - Mermaid

"I'll be your mermaid Caught on your rod Coming for your aid Isn't it odd?

I'm just as scared as you Alone in the rain I'll jump if you jump too

Like the oceans dancing with the storm I will dance with you Among the waves Enclose you till you're warm

Hold your breath and let me count to three When you really know it's right Take my hand, we'll dive into the sea"

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Mauthak: Måneskin - I Wanna Be Your Slave

"You can be the beauty And I could be the monster

I know you scared of me You said that I'm too eccentric I'm crying all my tears And that’s fucking pathetic

And I'm a killer Who’s searching for redemption I'm a motherfucking monster Who’s searching for redemption"

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SECRET: Madds Buckley - The Red Means I Love You

"I've always heard it's what's inside that counts

My insides are red And yours are too And the red on my face Is matching you And goodness, you're bleeding What a wonderful feeling You're down and you're pleading My head is just reeling

The red means 'I love you' Tasting your blood means 'I love you'

You leave me high and dry A rush comes to my mind At the drops of blood you leave behind Run as you might, my love will never, ever stop"

(Yes, the Secret RO is a red flag, watch out 🚩👀)

#interactive fiction #kingsdespair if #twine if #original character #ask #anon #Amisha #Veleena #Khalid #Veldon #Kaellë #Mauthak #Secret #ROs #twine wip

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dadbodbobby · 11 months

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A mini fic I wrote because I promised @thebuckley-hans that I’d send it to her. Was so proud of it that I decided to post it here.

Bobby and Maddie is an underrated pair and I thought this prompt was perfect to explore that.

Obligatory S6 spoilers under the cut.

First of all, Maddie still felt like she was walking on air. The love and security she felt in this engagement was so different from the last time she did this, and the ring was FOR HER. It just felt like her too.

Doug’s ring was fancy, and big, and so obviously (in hindsight), meant to show off to everyone how fancy and rich and important Doug was. It was like a collar on a dog, to show ownership, she knows now.

But this ring, Chimney’s ring, Howie’s ring, her ring, was a symbol. It was a symbol of love.

A symbol of the long nights spent talking, the bufFridays, the karaoke, the fight to get back to where they once were, the promise to never leave again. The promise to love each other, and their daughter, to stay a family and together. In sickness and in health, for better or worse, for richer and poorer.

All of that being said however, Maddie still couldn’t get the ring off. It had been weeks. Literally weeks, and she still couldn’t get it off. No matter what she tried. And she wasn’t about to cut it off, she wasn’t that desperate.

And even if she was, there was no way in Hell that she was using Buck’s ring cutter to cut it off. She still couldn’t make direct eye contact with her baby brother after learning THAT little tidbit about him.

But regardless, she couldn’t get her ring off with hot water and dish soap, and Josh’s suggestion of butter just made her hungry, so that was a no go. Maddie refused to tell Howie her ring was stuck, it was just too embarrassing. So that’s how she found herself at the firehouse.

Her logic was that out of all the tools that must be in the truck, one of them must be able to get a ring off of a finger without cutting it off. It’s only once she got there that Maddie realized one big flaw in her plan.

How in the hell was she going to be able to look through tools on the truck, find one that looked like it would work, figure out how to use it, get the ring off, clean the tool, and put it back all without being noticed? God this was a bad idea. Maddie hears Chim talking upstairs and panics, speed walking to the downstairs bathroom.

Maddie grips the sink and closes her eyes, letting out a deep sigh. “Okay,” she whispers, trying to calm herself. “I can do this, it’ll be okay. I successfully raised my kid brother for over a decade, I can figure out how to get this ring off without anyone noticing it was ever stuck to begin with.”

“Your ring is stuck?”

Contrary to popular (or correct) belief, Maddie does NOT jump three feet in the air. She simply startles. Anyways, Bobby’s in the doorway, staring at her with a concerned nosey expression.

“No.”

In hindsight, Maddie doesn’t know why she thought lying would work. Bobby was basically the Sue of the firehouse, and married to Athena. Of course lying wouldn’t work.

In the present, Bobby just gives her a soft but knowing dad smile. Maddie feels a quick pang for the girl she once was, the girl who lost any traces of receiving those smiles after losing a brother.

“Bobby I’ve tried everything but nothing works and I can’t tell Howie and I am NOT using Buck’s ring cutter-“

“Why would Buck have a ring cutter?”

“…do you really want me to answer that?”

More confusion, Jesus she thought Eddie was naive about these things.

“You know what, ask Athena. She can explain it.” Maybe she could also explain why it was in the kitchen instead of the-oh dear God!

“…anyways, I can’t get this off and I’m not willing to cut it off, because it’s mine. And I can’t tell Howie because I really do love it, but I need help!”

Bobby gives her the dad smile again, “Just wait here and give me a minute.”

He leaves and Maddie takes the chance to take some deep breaths and ground herself. She does get more antsy waiting for Bobby than she’d like to admit.

Eventually he’s back, with dental floss, of all things, and an apologetic smile. “I didn’t mean to take so long, but one of the prices of being 57 is not being able to wait when you need the can.”

Maddie supposed that was a fair enough reason, especially if he was going to help her. He walks over to her and tears off a decent length of floss. Next, he wraps it tightly around her finger, starting at her middle knuckle and working towards the edge of the ring.

He slips the end of the thread under the ring, pulls it taut, and starts unwinding it in the same direction. Maddie holds her breath, feeling the ring slowly creep up her finger, until lo and behold, it’s off completely and Bobby’s handing it to her.

“Oh my god Bobby, this is incredible, thank you so much!” She wraps her arms around him then, and squeezes. When he hugs her back she can’t help but want to stay like that forever. Maddie honestly couldn’t remember the last time her father had hugged her like that. It felt nice.

He chuckles and responds to her gratitude, before he pulls back. She does too, and can’t help asking,

“Hey, how did you know that trick? It would have never occurred to me to use dental floss like that.”

He breathes through what Maddie recognizes as a wave of grief.

“When Marcy was pregnant with our son, her fingers swelled up a little. Not too badly, but enough that her ring got stuck. We tried everything short of cutting it off, but it didn’t budge. Her mom visited our apartment one day, and she used that trick to get the ring off.

Apparently it had been used for generations by the women in her family. Marcy used to joke that Brooke should go ahead and get a ring stuck on her finger, so she could have practice helping her daughter out. I guess the tradition died with them.”

Okay there was a huge chance that she was about to (understandably) offend Bobby, but she had to say it anyways. He just looked so sad at the thought of that lost tradition.

“Well you just taught me, and I have a daughter. Maybe it’s legacy will live on.”

The look Bobby gives her makes her tear up (“As do most things,” Buck would say, the hypocrite), matching his own tears.

“Thank you,” they keep eye contact for a little bit, and it’s funny. In these past few minutes Bobby’s been more of a father to her than her own father had been to her and Buck since before Buck was even born.

No wonder he considered Bobby his surrogate dad. Maddie was beginning to think that maybe she would be too. She’s too close to crying to be able to talk, so she just nods.

The moment lasts a little longer, before Bobby breaks away to sniff and wipe his eyes. Maddie takes the chance to do the same.

He takes a deep breath, puts his captain face back on like a shield, (or masking, if he’s on the spectrum), her nurse brain unhelpfully supplies, and exits the bathroom like they hadn’t just had a moment.

Maddie waits until the bell goes off, which thankfully doesn’t take too long, before she makes her exit. She enters the main floor just as the vehicles drive out.

Watching the 118 race to the call, she reflects back on everything that just happened. While not a particularly religious woman, she finds herself sending up a prayer to keep her family safe. All of them.

She’d lost a father once, before she lost a brother. But maybe it isn’t too late to be given a new one.

#911 #S6 spoilers #post S6 #Bobby Nash #Maddie Buckley #FireFam #hint of autistic Bobby Nash #I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL #fic

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u should shuffle some songs and do a fic vaguely based on the lyrics of one of em -s. (still copyin n.'s sign <3)

thank u so much!! (also djkdkdkd good keep copying nico 🙄)

i redid it a few times for a few reasons JDKDKKD

song: the red means i love you by madds buckley

Leo was mesmerized by the sight of him. he was beautiful, and leo was starved.

leo hadn’t fed in so long. he was so ready to do it. he wouldn’t kill the guy, he swore to the styx internally that he wouldn’t let that happen.

leo felt himself drawn to this guy. leo let himself sniff the air, and let out a sound of satisfaction. yes, this will do just nicely. he didn’t even realize at first that he had already started sneaking towards this blond haired boy. he had started to lose control of himself. he was so thirsty, he was so desperate.

he was about to do the deed when the sun-kissed boy turned around. he tilted his head in confusion, and leo silently cursed himself. he must have let his thirst get the better of him, and now he had nothing to feast on.

“…hello…” leo let himself draw out the word slowly.

the boy’s mouth fell open. leo needed to taste him more than anything.

“hi” he said in such a way that leo wished he could die for the second time. how could someone just speak like that? leo couldn’t take it. he needed to feed so bad right then. “i’m uh.. i’m jason.”

“leo” okay he would play nice, okay? draw this “jason” close and then he would get what he wanted. what he needed. “i’m leo”.

jason smiled. leo felt some kind of deep pain in his stomach. it was the thirst for blood, it must be. i mean, what else could it possibly be?

“leo, it’s nice to meet you” he held out a hand. leo obliged. jason’s skin was soft like fabric. leo couldn’t stop himself from closing his eyes. what was happening to him?

“mm” leo forced his eyed open. “yeah, you too jason.”

jason’s eyes widened at this. he stood back on the ball of his feet, seeming unable to stay still. “what brings you here? this is a pretty small town and i’ve never seen you around before.”

leo tried to subtly catch his breath. the truth was, he hadn’t tasted blood in so long he almost fainted. he stopped at the first sight of human civilization. and now he had gotten so close to getting caught.

“yeah, it just looked pretty to me i guess.” leo relaxed as jason kindly nodded at this response.

“would you like me to show you around?”

“oh uh..” leo had to admit, he was only mildly annoyed at this. sure, he needed to refuel himself, but there was something about this boy that seemed to fill leo with interest. “yeah. okay. sure, why not.”

jason smiled and was leo dead? i mean yeah, he was, but this was death in a whole different way. leo wanted to scream. leo wanted to hurt jason. leo wanted to touch him. … what?

leo clenched his palms into fists. he needed to get ahold of himself.

wait… was this attraction? leo had heard of it before, but never had experienced first hand. most ran away from him in fear, not many had ever treated him like… well like he was worth anything. it felt good, to be honest. leo realized he wanted to kiss jason. he hated himself for it, but knew this was the truth.

“so uh..” jason’s voice snapped him back to reality. “do u want to get a bite to eat?”

it took leo a moment to realize jason was talking about going to a restaurant. “yeah, yeah sure.”

jason led him to a wooded tavern. leo looked around as the heavy door slammed shut behind them. jason went to sit and leo followed.

someone came to take their order and both boys obliged. leo looked over at jason, who was smiling wide. leo wanted to smash their lips together in a moment of passion. he wanted to forget about everything else, he wanted to make jason forget about everything else.

what was it about this boy that made leo crave him carnally? if this was a fairy tale, leo would swear this would have been love at first sight.

and suddenly leo remembers this is not a fairy tale. he’s not a princess awaiting his prince, he’s a fucking vampire. vampires don’t get happy endings, they get loneliness.

suddenly his entire world is destroyed. he feels like he is dying for the second time. he wants to run. just like the first time. run away and never seen this beautiful boy again.

what made him think he ever deserved joy?

jason clears his throat, and leo realized jason has been looking at him. “sorry uh” leo begins.

“you okay, man” jason looks worried.

fuck, leo thinks. “man” he said. “man” is not what you call someone you want to kiss.

leo can’t help it. he lets out a laugh. he does this instead of crying. he doesn’t want jason to see him like this.

leo flinches when he sees jason’s face. he’s wearing a mask of concern. leo forces himself to smile, hoping jason will believe it. he won’t.

leo forces himself to look up at jason. jason’s lips are curled up in thought. leo is in hell. he curses whoever did this to him.

jason reaches his hand out. leo can’t help himself, he reaches his own out to touch the other boy’s.

he lets out a sigh of relief, lets himself close his eyes. “jason, there’s something i have to tell you” leo can’t go on with this boy without him knowing the truth.

jason’s head drops to the side in confusion. “what is it?” he squeezes leo’s hand. leo wants to sob. jason doesn’t deserve this.

“i’m…” leo tries. leo doesn’t know what to say. how do you confess your darkest secret to someone you barely just met? it seemed hopeless. leo was hopeless. leo was helpless.

“leo” jason interrupted him.

leo looked up at the other boy. he didn’t want jason to see him like this, but he had no choice. none of this made any sense. why did this boy mean so much to him? he just met him. he shouldn’t care. but he did. it made no sense.

jason looked down and it took leo a minute to realize jason was staring at his lips.

there was something uncanny about it. as if they had known each other for a thousand lifetimes. as if they had never said a single word to one another. what was it about jason that made leo want to destroy himself?

leo barely knew jason, but he wanted nothing more than to push him against a wall in a dark room and kiss him until he forgot his own name.

suddenly leo’s lungs were being crushed. jason had reached across the hard wooden table and smashed their faces together.

leo had sometimes wondered what a kiss would feel like. he figured it would be stupid, especially since he no longer had a beating heart. how can ur heart stop beating if you don’t have one?

leo never could have knew it feel like sunshine. like rain. like beauty. like death. like this.

he could feel himself relax in jason’s embrace. jason kissed him harder and he realized he was running his hands through jason’s hair. jason said leo’s name against the kiss and leo could swear he was human again. was this what hope was? suddenly leo never would need to taste blood again. he didn’t need to drink, he needed jason loving him.

jason let go of leo’s shirt and breathed heavily, immensely out of breath.

“wow” jason uttered. “sorry, i couldn’t help myself.”

that was probably the greatest thing leo had ever heard anyone say in all his life, and death. leo wanted to kiss him again, but he restrained himself.

suddenly all his hope vanished. he remembered what he was going to say.

part of him didn’t care though. what did it matter when jason’s lips felt like lightning against his own? he felt a fire ignite inside of him. he wanted to sacrifice himself for this boy he had just met earlier that day.

jason was fire and he was ice. he wanted to melt under jason’d touch. he wanted to sink, to let go of all his pain for this beautiful boy.

jason was smiling as if someone had just gifted him eternal joy. leo wanted to touch his pink lips. leo needed to be stopped before he gave all of himself to this fucker.

“jason” leo had to say it.

jason looked confused but at the same time leo knew he was listening fully.

“i need to tell you something” jason nodded his head, letting leo know he was paying attention.

“i’m not… alive..” jason looked horribly puzzled.

leo wanted to hide under the table. he forced himself to stay. he was done running. after all, would his mama have wanted him to be a coward for the rest of all time?

“i’m uh… i’m a vampire” leo physically cringed as he said this.

jason looked down. leo knew that look all too well. jason was going to leave. that’s what always was destined to happen, right? he wasn’t ever going to have someone who loved him, especially not someone as gracious as jason.

“that…” leo gulped. “makes a lot of sense actually.”

was jason… smiling at him? leo looked down at their hands, waiting for jason to take his own back. but jason only rubbed leo’s palm.

leo felt his eyebrows raise. “you aren’t scared?”

“no. not of you. you aren’t a monster leo, you’re just scarred.”

leo felt something wet fall down his face. oh. he was crying. he couldn’t even remember the last time he let himself cry. especially in a public space.

leo grabbed jason by the shirt and led him out the door.

“where are we going???” jason looked very, very lost in that moment.

“you’ll see” is all leo said in response.

leo was going to give himself to this boy. he wanted nothing more than to kiss jason until they both were nothing more than bones, but he needed to show jason this. he wanted to.

he led jason to an alley way and held out his hand. one of the perks of being a vampire was definitely his speed. jason looked reluctant but obliged. leo took jason’s hand in his and sped off.

they arrived at a cave entrance on the outskirts of a forest.

leo had only been here a few times before, but he needed jason to see it. leo smiled at jason, and motioned for him to follow him inside. jason nodded in agreement.

the cave was dark as night. leo knew jason couldn’t see like him, so he held onto jason’s grip tight.

suddenly lit up in the near distance. leo looked over and jason was looking at it.

“woah” jason said in astonishment. one by one, more crystals of all different colors started to shine light all around.

when the show was over and jason could see clearly again, he looked over at leo.

he walked closer to leo and held his face in his hands. this kiss was different, it was soft. leo had the feeling it wasn’t going to end anytime soon. good, leo thought. he didn’t want it to.

leo swayed, so jason started to hold him tighter. leo made a sound that sounded like “mmph”. jason seemed to enjoy it, so leo started to smile through jason’s lips.

they started to kiss like they had before. like nothing else mattered. and did it? did it when jason was there, with leo? was the world ending? was the world on fire? it felt like that. leo wouldn’t have cared if someone ended his immortality right then and there. he wouldn’t have cared because he had gotten to be loved. truly loved.

and suddenly his thirst died away. it was replaced with a much more satisfying one. one of wanting to be loved, loved by jason.

and leo started to experience a miracle. he felt his heart beat. that was supposed to be impossible, but this feeling was confirmed to be true when jason rested his hand on leo’s chest.

he knew jason could feel it too, and they kissed again.

in the end, leo didn’t need a lover. he needed someone who saw him. saw him as human.

jason was right, leo wasn’t a monster. no, leo was loved.

#asks #anon #leo valdez #vampire!leo #jason grace #valgrace #valgrace au #valgrace prompt #fanfiction #riordanverse #blood ments #death ments #minor caps #i hope u all like it :))

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anniesocsandgeneralstore · 1 year

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I just reached 700 followers, which is insane, and I wanted to do something special. So I've decided to do a celebration writing challenge! Below are some song lyrics from my top 10 favorite albums as prompts and a list of the Top Gun: Maverick pilots.

If you would like to participate in the challenge, please send me an ask with the prompt and the pilot you would like to go with it, write up a fic with at least 700 words, and submit it back to my blog by January 14, 2023.

You can write whatever you would like! Reader insert, an OC of your own design (extra unimportant point if Ronnie makes an appearance lol), or the pilot x another pilot! If you follow me you know I love a good AU, so you wanna slap your characters in a universe with werewolves/knights in shining armor/superheroes? Feel free!

I’ll leave this post up for about a week for people to claim the prompts that they want, I will be adding this post to my blog navigation for the week, and will be crossing the prompts out when they get claimed (so please look at the original post to see which ones are available!!). I just appreciate you all so much and would love to inspire you all just a bit. Love you lots <3 can't wait to see what everyone writes!

Song Selection from The Hard Deck Jukebox:

HARDLOVE, NEEDTOBREATHE - “Doing our own thing never seem to find the time / We’ve been going downtown, making reservations / But maybe we just slow down / See where it can take us” — Let’s Stay Home Tonight

The Human Condition, Jon Bellion - “There’s bones in my closet, but you hang stuff anyway / And if you have nightmares, we’ll dance on the bed / I know that you love me, love me / Even when I lose my head” — Guillotine

Sunset on Summerville, Madds Buckley - “Oh babe, your motives are clear / You just wanna watch me struggle / And you always say, grinning ear to ear / That my frustrated face is adorable” — Scotch Tape and Cellophane @indynerdgirl

Wasteland, Baby!, Hozier - “My heart is thrilled by the still of your hand / It’s how I know now that you understand” — No Plan

ABBA Gold, ABBA - “And I know what you mean when you give me a flash of that smile / But girl, you’re only a child / Well, I can dance with you honey, if you think it’s funny” — Does Your Mother Know That You’re Out

Georgica Pond, JONNYSWIM - “I’m gonna go to bed dreamin’ that you’re still happy / That I’m still the girl that you loved from that party / We’ll go to bed early, just set the coffee, just say goodnight instead” — Say Goodnight Instead

Midnights, Taylor Swift - “All they keep asking me / Is if I’m gonna be your bride / The only kind of girl they see / Is a one night or a wife” — Lavender Haze @newlibrary

Freya Ridings, Freya Ridings - “Standing on the platform, watching you go / It’s like no other pain that I’ve ever known / To love someone so much, to have no control / You said, “I wanna see the world.” and I said, “Go.” — Lost Without You @blue-aconite

The Civil Wars, The Civil Wars - “All your acting, your thin disguise / All your perfectly delivered lines / They don’t fool me / You’ve been lonely too long” — Dust to Dust

Find Me, Joseph Solomon - “She’s the calm, she’s the storm / I’m a fool on her shores / Oh I know, I know she’ll roll, she’ll roll away / With every intention of coming back for more” — The Ocean @ahopelessromanticwritersworld

Our Distinguished Pilots:

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Robert "Bob" Floyd

Natasha "Phoenix" Trace

Javy "Coyote" Machado

Reuben "Payback" Fitch

Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia

Bonus: Beau "Cyclone" Simpson

just adding my top gun taglist in case of you would like to participate:

@oneirataxia-girl @arrthurpendragon @pasta88love @theforevermorereject @sqrlgrl22 @townley-29 @alittlelostalittlefound @fenderenderender @chaoticassidy @capswife @marrianena @luckyladycreator2 @fulla02 @fangirlofallthings22 @dempy @imagineyneyjr @blue-aconite @commxnderwolffe @darkestbeforethedawn16 @sopheeg @mizzy-pop @loveforaugust @hope-love-equality2 @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @onlyheretowastetime @supernaturaldawning @frenchtoastix @oneelleandaneye @agentminnesota187 @smoothdogsgirl @indynerdgirl @newlibrary

#annie speaks #annie's top gun brainrot 700 follower writing challenge #top gun #top gun maverick #writing challenge #i dont really know how to tag this #cause god i want people to participate and have fun #like i wish i could do something FOR everyone #but i do not have the mental capacity #and idk ive seen other people do it and i thought why not #watch this just flop and no one wanna do it #that would be like me for that to happen

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blackmouthdog · 1 year

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Fish Fry

Because at the end of the day, I found a better way to fry fish like you...

There was very little light in the space-an empty barn this time around, not that there needed to be a lot. A single standing floodlight attached to a bright orange extension cord was focused on the metal folding chair missing its seat cushion in the center of the area. Rather, focused on the naked man tied down with various brightly hued elastic bunjee cords keeping his arms behind his back and feet tied to the legs.

He was an average-looking man, nearly nondescript. Thinning brown hair, somewhat portly build, pale skin denoting a lack of time outside. An office worker perhaps, certainly not the sort to find himself in such a predicament. He seemed confused at first, then abject fear struck him when he seemed to realize the situation.

He turned his head in the darkness, spotting the woman as she madd her presence known, the clanking of an old rust-painted metal toolbox announcing her arrival before she could be seen.

Immediately the man began to blubber and beg, the typical whines of 'who are you' and 'what are you doing' repeated ad nauseum like whatever bubblegum pop song of the week on the local radio stations. Nothing new, easier to ignore. Tick wholly ignored the man, setting the box down by the light stand and squatting deeply to look through the tool box, not saying a word or dignifying the man's pleas with any sort of response.

A few clanks, selecting a few tools before turning to face the sobbing man. His cries didn't cease, his pleas didn't stop- but his eyes remained dry, his expression twisted too far into a grimace that seemed unnatural even for his situation. Tick didn't need to See, years of doing so she became old hat at spotting them....

She held a few tools in her hand- a metal sledge, a handful of long black nails, and an awl-like tool with a pointed chisel tip. The man could see her face now, the smear of inky black in streaks down her chin, lining her eyes, as if she had been crying and vomiting oil. She smelled heavily of copper and coal, earthy yet unnaturally so.

She approached, her face as stoic amd expressionless as if in distant thought. She set down the hammer and nails on the ground nearby, looking to the awl then back to the man before, finally, speaking.

"Who is Below?" She asked, her drawl flat and calm casual.

"Wh-what? What are you-"

The man's words were cut short by a screech from his own throat, the hunter driving down the sharpened chisel into the man's knee. Deft aim- or merely excessive practice- Tick suddenly jerked the handle of the awl down and away from the man's thigh, the pop and snap of tendon as patella separated from the rest of the structure with ease.

"Who is Below?" Tick asked again, tone and pitch never changing despite the empty barn now filled with the screams of the naked man. The man sobbed grossly in pain, panting out some nonsense- plea for mercy perhaps? Curses?

It wasn't what Tick was after.

In a fluid movement she removed the awl and stabbed it into the man's other knee- this time below the bony structure and pulling up with notably less effort. The screams began anew, inhuman, animal- no, nothing natural was behind those cries. Tick recognized a Parasite easily, they never cried properly, they lost any hint of animal humanity long ago. She watched the man shake in pain, waiting for his cries to die down before merely tilting her head to the man.

"M̵i̸i̵'̶l̸u̴ă̴ ̵M̴a̶h̸t̶'̴Ă̵d̸a̴n̸ų̵," she spoke again, her voice warped, an echo behind each fluid syllable. The man lunged his chin forward, wretching and convulsing slightly as finally the command pried the answer from him as easily as she had pried his kneecaps up. The name he spoke spilled from him like bile, a choking mess of syllables that were pulled from him with force. Tick listened, tapping the awl to her thigh, wiping away the black blood smeared on it. She gave a small nod, turning back to the toolkit once again.

The man panted and coughed, head hung to his chest as Tick replaced the awl and took a few more things out. Heavy pliers, a tube of PVC pipe, and a small coil of razorwire held now in a hand protected by a heavy work glove. The naked man had a feeling this interrogation was far, far from over...

Tick wiped her hands on an old handkerchief, wiping down her tools as well before putting them back. Work was just getting started, not bothering to look to the smoldering heap behind her of the screeching man behind her. His cries were garbled- nailing someone's tongue to their chest tended to have that effect. Still tied to the chair, though tilted forwards with the man's backside in the air. The PVC had been diacarded by now, and the razorwire coiled slightly behind him shortly like the tail of a pig. Apt given his method od being dispatched.

The body burned like old dry rotwood, she knew nothing but ash would remain, the barn itself would burn and leave nothing behind, a sacrifice for the Green to reclaim again. She spoke her small prayer again before looking to the rather bored-looking dog nearby.

Once things were cleared up, she gave a small, quick nod of her head and walked from the barn with Boog in tow, just on time as the wood of the old barn took to spark.

Work was only just begining...

#speaking in tongues <drabble>#//its a long one folks sorry//

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hatchetfield-bang · 2 years

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(Don’t You) Forget About Me

Author: Madd @warriorblood1 (AO3)

Artist: Cami (Instagram)

Artist: Em @lighttanks-blog

Rating: T

Pairings: Gen/Friendship fic, minor Hannah Foster/Daniel (Stopwatch) and Steph Lauter/Pete Spankoffski

Warnings: Arguments, Bullying, Language, Minor Drug References, Referenced Fights, Sexual References, Implied Child Abuse/Neglect, Referenced Car Crashes

A freak, a fighter, a geek, a repeat, and a bully end up in a haphazardly-run Saturday detention. Eight hours stuck together in the school library. What could be more boring, more life-changing, to a bunch of teenagers?

Or: A “The Breakfast Club” AU.

(Art Teaser by Em)

Excerpt below the cut!

"Do I have to?" Hannah asked, looking out the passenger side window at the school before her.

Ethan sat in the driver's seat, hair haphazardly pulled away from his face, looking between her and the school. "Yep. Sorry, Banana. That's just how the cookie crumbles."

"Can't I skip?"

"Absolutely not."

"You and Lex skipped all the time."

"Yeah, and look at Lex now, huh?" He leaned on the wheel and tried to look stern. "She dropped out and now she's gotta take that awful test."

"You graduated."

He quickly faltered. "Yeah. But it still wasn't fun. Would've been a lot easier if I hadn't gotten in trouble and skipped and all that."

Hannah sighed. She knew it was important not to skip, but she really didn't want to go. "It wasn't even my fault."

"I believe you. And so does Lex. But schools are pretty shitty at punishments. They just stick you in a classroom on a Saturday and call it there." He patted her shoulder and gave a sympathetic smile. "Sorry, kiddo. But hey. I'll pick you up at three and we'll get some 'za, 'kay?"

"...Okay." She opened the door and climbed out.

"Love you!"

"Love you too." She shut the door without looking back at him.

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"I must say I'm surprised at you," Solomon puffed his cigar, glancing at his daughter through the smoke.

Steph fought back a cough. "What can I say? I'm taking this seriously."

"Only took you flunking a semester and not graduating, hm?"

"Sure."

"Or is it your nerdy new boyfriend?" He nearly spat the term. "How long are you going to keep him around?"

"As long as I like him," she sighed, trying to avoid an argument. "Are we there yet?"

The car was pulling up to the front of the school. "Impatient, are we?"

"I just want to get this over with."

The car pulled to a stop and Steph jumped out, shutting the door quickly behind her. Solomon rolled down the window. "Stephanie." She froze. "Try not to get in even more trouble. It doesn't reflect well on either of us."

The car drove off before she could respond, not that she was planning too. She pulled her jacket tighter around her and hurried inside.

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Behind the limo was a small, blue-grey car worn with age and a dent in the trunk. The woman at the wheel whistled as the fancier car pulled away. "Imagine having that kind of money and still going to a public school. Do you know who that girl is?"

Daniel, in the passenger seat, meekly looked out the window. "I don't think so. She looks older."

"Maybe she's a TA or something" She looked to her sullen son. "C'mon, Daniel. Look, I know your dad got upset, but everybody gets detention at least once in their lives. It builds character!"

He nods, pulling his jacket tighter around himself. "I know. I'm sorry."

"It's alright. Look, you get through today, and it's all in the past."

"And I won't do it again."

"I believe you, sweetie." She offered her hand and he squeezed it.

"Will you be alright?" His voice was quiet, hesitant.

She squeezed his hand back in lieu of an answer. "I'll see you when you're done, alright? Get some studying done, it's a good opportunity."

He waited, hoping she'd answer his question. After a long moment, he nodded. "I'll try."

He opened the door, and held his breath. After a long moment, he let it out, rubbing his face. "Bye, Mom."

~~~

A slick black car screeched to a stop in front of the school, making Sophia nervous. Despite it, she hesitated to get out and head inside.

"Sophia," her father caught her attention. He stared hard at her for a moment before sighing and softening. "You know, if you keep doing this—"

"I'm not gonna graduate, I know." She finished for him. "This was all a stupid accident. Wasn't even my fault."

"I don't care. We can't afford accidents, Sophia."

"I know."

"Just…" Another sigh. "Don't make things worse, alright?"

She nodded, biting her tongue, and hopped out of the car, careful not to slam the door. The car sped off just as fast as it arrived, and she had to force herself to detense. Her dad was a good man, it wasn't him she was afraid of.

Steeling herself, she checked the time on her phone and hurried inside the school when she saw how late it was getting. At least she could plan some revenge while serving her time.

#Hatchetfield big bang #the breakfast club #Hannah foster #Steph lauter #nmt2 #starkid #tgwdlm #black friday #nightmare time #big bang #fandom event #2022 promos

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impala-dreamer · 1 year

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I legitimately feel like I'm going insane this week. Granted, I've been there and back many a time, but I FEEL it and I HATE it and I CANT STOP IT. and It's just all very annoying. Like, I'm trying to work and I just cannot, but I can forgive myself bc I wrote a LOT the other day and the past few weeks, and I am getting ready to publish this book, and I've been keeping house things somewhat together and my kids are alive and fed and mostly clean, but I just feel like something is looming over my shoulder and I really, truly do not like it and I try to bury myself in writing and it just ain't working right now and yes, it's probably a sleep thing, but also how much can a person sleep? and the fact that i've had to like xanax myself to sleep everynight is none too comforting and I can't even do my nice little MADD thing to sleep anymore bc it all just feels so wrong right now? like what is that? i don't know. I'm just typing at this point. and i just can't stop from shaking and I really need something to happen. like a THING to happen that'll slap me in the face. like a grand gesture or something from anyone but maybe not even that will help. not that anyone would do such a thing, not that I even know what that thing would be but the point is, I really feel like I'm just sliding into this insanity hole and i could do with a nice long stay at the nut house and get medicated into oblivion and sing taylor swift songs in my head while Penny yells at me, and see even that is an insane thing to say. but here we are. i just NeEd SoMeThInG and also waiting until APRIL for my doctor's appt is just the freaking worst like why are you making me wait 2 months I'm exhausted. Anyway, don't read this. it's nothing.

#personal #screaming into the void #tbd

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realm-of-our-own · 2 years

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Ok, so the story of how Ash became a mishap, is directly tied to the story of the "Blue Devil au".

The "Blue Devil Au" is an au that I run on my Wild kratts centered alt blog @cryptid-kratt-kid. You can read more about the au there, but basically it's just: Chris dies in an accident during a creature rescue and Martin pulls a Mapleshade, hunting down and killing the villains one by one in revenge. (I'm not an edgelord I swear. I just really like Mapleshade's vengeance.)

I will be calling this arc "Mock Mystery Skulls" because that's what it felt like and it was heavily inspired by MS. the first song of this arc (because of course it's a song this is MADD we're talking about) is "Enemy" by, you guessed it, Mystery Skulls. And For the sake of this being a post and not a book, I will only ever be describing arcs one song at a time.

While Ash was still Zach, he had been chased to the edge of a cliff by Blue Devil. BD Martin was about to send Zach toppling into the river below when suddenly, Flame opens a warp at the worst possible moment.

Instead of dying a watery death, Zach goes crashing into an unsuspecting Flame. Sending them both toppling into the brush of a north american forest. BD followes them through, refusing to let Zach escape. Flame is about to talk to BD and tell on Zach (Because in his home universe he's a villain and an asshole) when she realizes that something is wrong with this Martin. For starters, he's carrying a harpoon and ranting about how he's going to kill a man.

Now Flame's scared too, and decides to hold off on throwing Zach under the well-deserved bus. They hide in the brush with baited breath and wait for BD to search somewhere else. Once he's gone, Flame sneaks Zach off to an abandoned warehouse that's nearby and demands answers.

He explains the situation In a very Zach way that makes him look like a completely innocent puppy. Flame is extremely skeptical of this story and doesn't entirely believe that he didn't murder Chris, but before she can get anymore information, BD finds them.

Flame doesn't like this new Martin either, and gets the feeling that she shouldn't let this Zach die just yet. Since this is a Martin from an AU, he doesn't know Flame and just assumes she's another villain in cahoots with Zach. So they fight, and Flame and Zach barely make it out of there.

They both know that BD isn't gonna stay down for long, so they group up with Bennett, Ayaka, Fischl, and Xingqiu back at their camp near the Bruiser Cruiser. Flame informs them of the situation and they decide, much to Zach's dismay, to hide out inside the closed mega-arcade they'd been checking out.

They have to make a dash for it though, because BD found them and is not to happy about letting the "Killer" get away. Flame holds him off one more time to make sure everybody gets inside safely, before bailing in the middle of battle to duck inside herself and lock BD outside. For now.

Thus ending "Enemy" and starting "Total Insecurity/Superstar"

#wild kratts #blue devil au #maladaptive daydreaming #genshin bennett #genshin impact #zach varmitech #the house of fools #martin kratt #genshin ayaka #genshin xingqiu #genshin fischl #Mock Mystery Skulls arc

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HELLO ALICEEEE MY BEAUTIFUL BABYYYYYYY IT'S MEEE 💛💛💛💛 wedding anon ....

WTFFF U GRADUATED?????? IM SO SO SOOO MADD PROUD OF U WTFF and omg i saw ur reply to my anon thingy a while ago omg.. i genuinely hope u enjoy with ur hometown friends that u missed 😕😕 LAWDDDD this is so Wierd to Say but i actually am soo proud of u like for real.. my silly pookie bear..

life update from my side 😁😁😁😁 i moved into the girls dormitory now like recently ish AND OH MY GODDD SO MUCH HAPPENED IT'S INSANE but godbless my roommates...

i will Now be elaborating 😁😁

so basically there's this girl (not one of my roommates) like from another dorm (calling her #2 dorm) right and we're like kind of friends but not really cause idk it's just off with her but i like brushed it off RIGHT but it's okay because most of the time my gut is like wrong so i move on

ok so as i moved in etc etc i noticed i was losing stuff and i thought i was just careless with some stuff right??? but i kept on losing stuff like my lipbalms and other things and it was so creepy so i asked my roommates about it and one of my roommate who's a senior had a doubt on the #2 dorm and tbh i got suspicious too..? so i was like randomly talking to her and i ask her if she has my lipstick that i lent to her (i never even did that because i fucking hate sharing makeup and skin care products) and she was like "yeah i have it back at my room" MOTHERFUCKER??????? GODDD I GOT SOO MAD PISSED LIKE WHAT DO U MEAN U HAVE IT WITH U?????? SO I TOLD HER ILL TAKE IT IN THE EVENING AND SHE WAS LIKE OK!! and i told my roomie about it (the senior) right and she's so perfect i tell u ...

ok so i go to her room to get it and fucking hell i actually saw some of my stuff lying around and then i told her that i never gave it to her right and holy shit u should've actually seen her SHE HAD THE AUDACITY TO DENY IT WTFFF

moving on 🙏🏻🙏🏻 my roomie was with me when i went to take my shit right AND SHE FUCKING MANAGED TO LOCK HER OUT OF HER ROOM ?????? and i finally found the missing stuff it's actually insane

but yes that's what happened recently 😁❤️

ok but aside from that i genuinely hope ur taking care and also omg i've been reading ur new heeseung fic oh stoners... (Love) i fucking love how he's so pathetic actually he's my spiritual Heir.. ur actually so insane to think of shit like that like ur humour needs to be studied like i need to be neuron in ur head to understand how ur so fucking funny to come up with shit like that ..

OK CONTINUATION i really really hope ur ok like our 3 year parasocial relationship has been soo strong... take care my beloved 💛💛 and i genuinely hope all good things come to u my angel ur the intrusive thought at the back of my head actually... 🤍🤍 kidding i love u and stay happy lovie <3

(sorry it's too long 😕)

- wedding anon

HELLOOOO WEDDING ANON 🥰💖 always a pleasure to see you in the ask box !! i hope you’re doing well and that life’s treating you good 🥹

also yes i’ve graduated!!!! IT FEELS GOOD THANK YOU :’) i’m really so happy to hear the words “im proud of u” u have no idea ☹️💖🫶 and honestly i was feeling eh about moving back but i’ve been having so much fun with my friends here <33

I HOPE MOVING IN WENT SMOOTHLY !! ALSO TEA?? 🤭 WAIT. NOT TEA. STRAIGHT UP THEFT??? OH MY GOD?:??/??:? wait no yeah what the hell??? 😭 why is she taking your stuff without asking?? and i feel like it’s worse to take makeup bc people don’t like sharing their makeup with people they don’t want using it :// like it’s stuff that goes on ur face u don’t wanna mix that idk ,, but WTF SHE HAD MULTIPLE ITEMS OF YOURS??:? she is a klepto omg you gotta RUN 😭😭 i hope everything’s okay with her as in you’ve dropped her or she’s stopped !! but i’m glad you managed to get your stuff back :’)

AHAHHA omg thank you for reading my smau love, i’m rlly glad you like it bc it’s been so fun to make 🤩 PLEASEE i just think of stuff at random and write them in a notes app to save for later in the smau but now the notes app is getting smaller 😭😭

the 3 year parasocial relationship HAS been strong omg you’re an og…. 💪 but i hope you’re having fun and taking care wedding anon 🥰🥰 fill me in whenever you want and no need to apologize at all for living ur life !!! 🌷🌷

#💌 : love notes #wedding anon #series: a stoner’s guide to starbucks

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seamless-socks · 10 months

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so knowing what i know about tumblr, i prolly missed an ass load of tags. if you see this and don't like… uh… sadness? death? more sadness? shitting on the old man in the sky (if he or she or whatever it could be even exists)? dying men who are a little bit irish and also texan somehow??? flee my friend!!! fleeeeee!!!

still here? too bad for you. this is unrefined, utterly. i wrote it at four am and merely reread it. once. please leave constructive criticism. i know it's not good, don't tell me for fuck's sake, not without some advice. i'll accept slander disguised as helpful tips but JUST BARELY AND YOU'RE ON THINNNNN FUCKING ICE PAL

I screamed at first. Flailed wildly, struggled to tear off my suit before Allen had stopped me. Shouted curses through my visor at the cold, unresponsive stars scattered throughout the black. Tear tracks ran down my face, little salty trails that had long dried. My strangled gasps had calmed down to even little sips of oxygen.

To be honest, I didn't much see the point. We were gonna die anyways. They'd left us behind. How the fuck could they have left us behind? How little did they care about us that the moment the first signs of danger appeared, they'd cut us off and disappeared? How were those the people I'd come to know over the past few months?

"Hey. Max." Allen. Shit, that guy couldn't let a man throw himself a pity fest in peace. Too good for this business, I always thought.

Allen and I were tied together at our waists using our severed o2 cords. It left our hands free and kept us from drifting out of range of one another. I'm pretty sure no one wants to die alone.

Don't look towards Eleanor.

I didn't look towards Eleanor.

"What," I snapped over my intercom with more bite than I'd intended. I immediately regretted it when Allen didn't reply, going silent except for the faint sounds of his breathing. Shit, shit, no, I didn't mean it--

"Got anyone special waiting for you back home?" His question was so surprising I couldn't help but let out an embarrassed laugh.

"Oh, fuck, no. Why, you interested, big boy?" I heard him inhale sharply, and I could just picture him stammering in my head. Wh-- huh, no-- I didn't-- I wasn't-- Max, now is not the time! Unfortunately for my own amusement, I didn't really feel like teasing Allen while we were waiting around for our respective imminent demises. "Aha, no, don't worry, just kidding with you." I sighed. "Tell you the truth, nah. If I had a man waiting for me, this is not the business I would have gone into. Only one waiting for me is my cute tabby cat, Arnold, but my asshole of a sister and I agree on one thing-- that girl deserves a good home. I'm not worried about her."

Allen chewed his lip. "I take it you and your sister aren't particularly close?"

I shrugged, trying to push the memories away. "Yeah, not really. Madds was… yeah, doesn't matter how we got like this, honestly, but there ain't much coming back from it." I gave a short, dry laugh. "Especially not now. What about you? Got someone I should know about so I can tease you in our last moments?"

"…" And I fucked up again. I was really good at that, it seemed, but hey, he'd asked first. Why ask if you didn't want it turned around on you?

"…Okay, promise me you won't laugh." Well, that got my eyebrows shooting skyward. Starward. What fuckin' ever.

"Not so sure how hard that'll be, but sure. I'll do my best."

He took a deep breath and then let it out explosively, causing the intercom to spaz out for a second. I winced at the white noise before it cleared up. "Alright, okay. Well, I'm not sure it counts, but… no, really, promise me you won't laugh."

"Cross my heart and hope to die." I started making an X over my heart but couldn't quite reach. Clumsy thing, spacesuits are. "…Eh, I'm with it in spirit. Seriously, though, I won't laugh. It'd be a real douche thing to do right now."

I couldn't see his face, but I swear he smiled. "Thanks. So there was this boy, right? Grade one, I walk up and ask him, do you wanna be friends? Just like that. And he just goes, sure! And that was that, we were friends. Kids are sweet like that, huh?" I grinned and nodded before remembering he couldn't see it. "So we hung out every day at school afterwards. I can't really remember what we did that first year, but it must've been fun, cuz when grade 2 rolled around, I was over the moon to see we were in the same class again. We talked at lunch breaks, and in class, when they let us. Holy shit, we talked so much. I don't think I've ever talked to anyone else in my life as much as I talked with him."

"What did you talk about?" I hummed, crossing my legs.

"Oh, things. It wasn't really important. Whatever caught our interest. What would you do if you had this power, what if you turned into a dinosaur, what's your favorite book, that sort of thing. We just went really in depth, like ridiculously in depth for a couple of… what, five year olds? But it was fun. Made me look forward to coming to school more than I already did."

"Aw, Allen, you were a teacher's pet?" I groaned mockingly. He laughed.

"Yeah, I guess that's what you'd call it. We both were. Quiet, liked to learn. Don't think the whole 'opposites attract' thing is true, to be honest. Third grade rolled around, and we both discovered that we loved to write stories. They were dumbass stories, but we were in third grade, what do you expect? We encouraged each other and I think my enthusiasm might have carried on to him, because later on, turned out he didn't really wanna write anymore. But that's not relevant right now. We made up this game where one of us would create a scenario and the other would pretend to be a character in the scenario, like writing a book in real time."

"Holy shit, Allen, you were a nerd even in third grade!? I mean, knowing you, yeah, but I thought that was more of a high schooler thing."

"Hey, I said no laughing! I know it was stupid."

"Sorry, sorry. You know I'm not serious. Just teasing and all. Sorry."

"…I don't mind, actually. Takes my mind off the… all this."

We both went quiet. I could feel the weight of the stars pressing in on me.

"…Anyways. Fourth, fifth, sixth, we got better at writing and critiqued each other's work. Made some comics together at the start of class, while the teachers were getting the other kids to calm down. Some of them I've still got at home, actually. Maybe I can show them t…."

…

"Ah. We kept playing that game, by the way. Had some real wild times, or as wild as you could get when it's all in your head. Looking back, he's the only person I really talked to those whole six years. Teachers liked me, sure, and I guess my classmates did, too, but all they remembered me for was being that slightly weird quiet kid who hung around his friend all the time. I think it fucked me up a bit when we went to different schools. I made some new friends, but it got a little exhausting keeping up those friendships, and I wasn't getting what I wanted out of them, so I just stopped talking to them. First year of high school rolled around, and when it was over, it really hit me. We hadn't talked in months. Hadn't met in a year. I didn't make any new friends. I don't see the point in talking about it now, but well. After that, I just drifted on through. Grades slipped. If I'd been better about keeping them up, maybe we'd never have met." Maybe he wouldn't be dying here with me, was what he was saying. "Ah, shit, sorry, that came out wrong--"

"Allen," I silenced him. "Don't worry. I get it. Keep going. Or don't, whatever you want."

He cleared his throat, and I couldn't help but notice his voice becoming a bit more warbley as he continued. "Shit. Well, it wasn't until grade twelve happened that I realized I wanted to die."

He stopped abruptly. Jesus fucking christ. That was… Jesus christ! I mean, now was as good a time as ever to spill your guts, but I'd never imagined Allen of all people…

"Fuuuuck, sorry. Shouldn't have told you that. That was rude."

"I don't mind. I think if it's helping you, it's good. Is it helping you?"

He sniffed. "Yeah."

"Okay. You can go on," I encouraged him softly. When did I get so calm and nurturing all of a sudden? Since your best mate admitted he wanted to kill himself, and hasn't told you it ever went away. Asshole.

"So I dropped out of school and became a cargo shipper. Kept drifting along, got caught smuggling goods with a shady crew, sentenced to shipping essential supplies through dangerous quadrants. You know how it went after. Things got better, I guess? And now… shit, now I don't wanna die, but if we get out of this mess, what the fuck am I gonna do with my life? Just keep drifting along? If my friend saw me now, he'd be a helluva lot more disappointed than I could handle. I miss him."

"What was his name?" The quiet question elicited a burst of laughter.

"And that's the real kicker-- for being the main part of my life I enjoyed the most, I can't remember. I can't remember his fucking name. It's like some huge, cosmic joke-- or maybe a twisted story with a solemn, shitty old moral at the end." Allen suddenly snarled, becoming more bitter than I'd ever heard from him. "Agh, if there is some grand old fuck up there, I'm gonna kick him in the jewels a few times. Bastard's an asshole."

That surprised a cackle out of me. "Oh, I'd drink to that. A real cunt." I raised my fist and shook it into empty space comically. "Hear that? Suck my big one, God!"

Allen was laughing with me. "Yeah, go find yourself a real hobby instead of giving kids cancer and shitting on the homeless!"

I laughed harder. Fuck, why hadn't he shown this side of himself back when we were living together on the ship? Cuz he was scared, probably. You're not the most welcoming kinda guy, if you haven't noticed. From what he's told you about his youth, are you really surprised?

We chuckled together for a good while after, a soft, tender thing between us. It was comfortable. Given more time, maybe I could've been the friend Allen needed. Given more time, this conversation never would have happened, and I wouldn't have seen this side of him in the first place. Given more time, I'd just keep on being a right old cunt like I'd always been.

The air felt thinner. The laughing had tired me out, and no matter how deeply I breathed, I couldn't get the ache out of my lungs. "Welp. I think this is it," I chirped, trying to keep the fear out of my voice. "See you on the other side, Allen."

"Same to you, Max."

"…Uh, and if you happen to hear any delirious apologies about Madeline… ignore em, please. That'd be embarrassing."

"After what I just told you? Couldn't embarrass me if you tried, whoever Madeline is."

"Oof, I wouldn't be so sure of that. You don't wanna test me."

"Haha, you're right. I don't wanna test you."

We both subsided. I had a bit of a stupid smile on my face while black crept in on the sides of my vision. My lungs constricted and my breaths turned to gasps turned to wheezes. Muffled came the sounds of Allen going through a similar crisis, but I didn't have the brains for much sympathy at the moment. Mostly just a bunch of 'oh, wahhh, I don't wanna die' nonsense. Well, not nonsense. I don't wanna die. Don't think Allen does, really, either. There's no light at the end of the tunnel. A bunch of little ones, maybe, holes poked in a big old black blanket thrown over sticks by a couple of little kids. They're laughing. They're smiling. I can see wisps of Allen's curly blond hair, and the tangled brown mat of my own.

Everything's gonna be fine, I wanna tell him. We'll meet again.

#uhhh #death #existential dread? but only a little #i mean they're bros about to die #my writing #astronauts #but i didn't research SHIT #ngl i don't really like this one. i'm more of a funnies and gore writer than a dread and sadness writer and yet #i always write that latter #tw #cw #whatever.

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Brother

TW: child abuse, physical harm, kidnapping, and yelling

Here's a little story with an OC of mine and the song Brother by Madds Buckley, please be cautious of the heavier content

Thorn gazed at the still figure tied to the chair. They gnawed at their thumbnail as their heart pounded. The room was dark so it was hard to make out any details, but Thorn knew them all by heart. The boy had flame red hair, brown eyes, and was still wearing his school uniform. Thorn huffed, remembering the day they found out the younger boy was enrolled in their favorite high school, an idea that had been vetoed long ago.

“Hey,” a gentle voice said, pulling Thorn from their thoughts. “You okay?” They turned to see their partner, Cameron, with a soft look in his eyes. He’d been against the whole thing, always the moral compass of the group, but now that they were here, there wasn’t much he could do about it.

“I’m trying to be,” Thorn grunted, enjoying the way Cameron’s cold hand felt on their shoulder, providing some temporary relief from their own, natural warmth. “It feels like I have too many thoughts swirling around, and you know how I am when it comes to speaking. I don’t think I’ll be able to get the point across.”

“Well…you have four of us right over here, whether you want us to intervene or not, we’re right within earshot-”

“No.”

“...No?”

Thorn took a deep breath. “I don’t want you guys listening. I love and trust you guys but he’s my brother. He's probably been through hell the same way I have, and the last thing he probably wants is having other people know about it. He’s always been strong like that.” They placed a hand over Cameron’s on their shoulder, ignoring his small wince from their heat. “Can you guys close those doors and just wait until I come and get you? I promise you’ll be able to hear me if I start yelling for you.”

Cameron’s eyes focused on Thorn’s face, searching for any sign of emotion before nodding reluctantly. “Just don’t be too hard on yourself. The moment you want it to be over, you can walk away. You don’t owe him anything.” He gave Thorn’s shoulder one last squeeze before pulling away. “You got this.”

Thorn turned back to the boy, watching for signs of him waking up. A door closed loudly behind them, probably shut a bit rougher than it needed to be, but it did the trick and the boy jolted awake. His head shot up and he looked around, struggling against his bonds. His arms were tied behind the back of the chair and his ankles had been secured to the legs. “Who did this?” He called into the dark. “Let me go! I’m not someone you want to mess with!”

Thorn took another deep breath and padded into the room, trying not to think about how the floorboards creaked under their feet. “Calm down, little brother,” they said, settling themselves next to the fireplace, across from their brother.

“Little brother?” The boy asked, eyebrows pinching together, trying to follow the movement in the dark. “Show yourself, coward!”

“You shouldn’t be talking to your older sibling like that,” Rain replied, raising a hand and allowing it to alight with fire. The warm color filled the room and the boy gasped as he was finally allowed to see his captor. Their hair had been shaved except for the top, which was pulled back into a french braid. It was dark like soot with thick streaks of ash grey flowing through it; a far cry from their brother’s bright red. Their eyes, which had once looked at the boy so softly, were now hardened with years of hate. Their clothes were ratty and torn. Their jeans had more holes than jean and their black tank top was covered with various frays. With all the exposed skin, their various burn marks, scars, and other injuries were on display. The older turned their hand to the fireplace and allowed the fresh wood there to take the fire.

Shadows were chased away and the two got a better look at the room around them, though Thorn knew it quite well. A half charred couch was pushed up against a wall, empty shelves sat around, covered in dust, and glass littered the floor from various broken picture frames. The boy wasn't taking in the room though, his eyes were trained on the figure that had disappeared from his life five years prior.

“R-Rose?”

The elder tried not to clench their jaw at their deadname, and instead folded their arms over their now flat chest. “I threw that name away when I left. It’s Thorn now, I’d appreciate it if you address me as such while we’re here.” The younger took a shaky breath and hung his head. “Anyway, it’s been a while. How’s it been?” They asked awkwardly. The younger boy huffed a small laugh wryly.

“Well, for the record I’m still Ember,” he started. “And I feel like I should be asking you that question. You’re entirely different from what I remember…Thorn.” He raised his head again, his eyes almost unbelieving as he looked at his sibling once more.

“Well, there’s not much to tell,” Thorn said, glancing back at the fire. “I had to get out of that house.” They ran a hand over their braid, feeling the frayed ends. “Did you know that too much stress can turn a person’s hair grey? I was hiding it while she was around, but once I finally left it came at me full force. Most of this is dye, just so you know.”

“And all those burns? Don’t tell me you did that yourself?” Ember asked, voice shaking.

“Most were not voluntary,” Thorn shrugged. “Accidents happen when you try to play with fire.” They raised a hand and instead of normal orange flames, they burned bright blue and the temperature in the room went up a number of degrees, though it didn’t bother the two fire elementals too much. “It’s a handy little trick to have,” Thorn commented as they extinguished the fire. “It does come with a price, however. That’s why it’s good to be friends with water and ice elementals.” They gestured at the room around them, bringing attention to some of the smaller details.

Not only was the couch charred, but various burn marks covered the walls, parts of the floor had fallen in due to damage, and worse of all, the wall above the fireplace had been burned beyond recovery. Where a decorative piece might have hung, only ashes and soot were left and a melted nail was still stuck in the wall.

“Do you remember that day at all?” Thorn asked.

“You know, I thought this place was familiar, but now I know where I am,” Ember said meekly. “Why are we here?”

“Well, for one I didn’t think we’d be looked for here if anyone noticed anything in the, eh, three hours I’d have you,” Thorn started. “Also because I’ve made my peace with it. It’s incredible what can happen when you decide to just move forward. Has she gotten you into therapy yet?”

Ember laughed without humor. “What makes you think she’d put me in therapy? Have you seen her lately or have you only been watching me? I don’t know what you know, but after you left she only got worse.” He glared at his sibling. “She didn’t stop looking for you for a whole month! She left me alone and literally went out to look for you! When she finally got back, despite having not been involved at all, she blamed me!” Ember snarled. “I am not blind to the fact that I’ve been blessed in certain ways. I had you to protect me when growing up, I got to go to a good school, I’m set up to go to a great college and I have amazing friends and I’m sorry that you didn’t have that, but I can’t see any reason for you to just abandon me with that monster!”

Thorn balked at the sudden raised voice. They could tell it was only a fraction of Ember’s pent up rage from years of being left alone with her, but before they could even think of a decent reply, something else caught their eye. They stalked forward, a numbness spreading out from their chest. They ignored Ember’s surprised stuttering as they got closer and grabbed his chin, turning his head so they could get a good look at his neck. They hadn’t had the time to notice before, but there on the side of his neck was a burn scar in the shape of a hand.

“Did she fucking do this?” Thorn’s voice seeped with rage. The flames in the fireplace grew hotter as Thorn examined the injury. They reached up with their free hand and tugged at Ember’s collar, allowing them to see more of the injury. A few scars on Thorn’s body started to burn as they remembered the unbearable pain of someone else’s fury on their skin.

“What do you think?” Ember spat. “That one is from five years ago. She decided I was the one who told you to get out of the house and she went after me. Do you know how hard it is to convince people that a burn mark in the shape of a hand, on your throat, is your own fault? If CPS had shown up I’m sure she would have actually killed-” Ember cut himself off as Thorn got up and stumbled back towards the fireplace, a vacant look on their face.

“I dunno.” They said quietly, staring at a spot on their forearm. “I wonder how hard it would be to tell everyone that the burn marks that keep popping up are your own, even though you tell everyone you literally never use your element because of how much it hurts people.” They fixed Ember with a stare. “I’m sorry that she took it out on you. You were always her golden child so I figured you’d be safe. But you know what? Having a new burn all the time that you didn’t give yourself takes a toll on a person.” They glanced back at the fireplace, and then the area above it. “You didn’t answer me when I asked you about it earlier, but do you remember that day? I’d stashed you in your bedroom before I told her, and when I did she lashed out, so I did as well.

“Do you know what happens when you try to use a large amount of power when you haven’t practiced with it before?” Thorn grinned and licked at their lips with a strange hunger. “It goes wild. It was the first time I discovered blue flames. It was only for a second but it set everything ablaze. It scared me at first, she cried out and suddenly there was fire raging all around me, but then I realized what was happening. This place where I’d felt trapped my entire life was being destroyed by my own power.” Thorn turned to the fireplace and willed the temperature to rise a little more. “I had just come into adulthood and was about to set out and be independent for the first time in my life, and I was destroying the place that’d held me captive all those years. So I let the fire rage, and I left without a care.”

“You left me without a care then.” Ember murmured, staring at the flames in the fireplace. Thorn’s silence said everything the younger boy needed to know and he hung his head again, trying to hide the tears that had gathered in his eyes. “You left me! She threw me in some hotel and left me just after you did! I didn’t hear from either of you for a month and when she came back she said she had a new house ready and essentially threw me in my room for the rest of the summer!” He sobbed, trying to curl in on himself.

Thorn padded closer and wrapped their arms around their younger brother, which only made him curl in on himself more. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know she would do that. I know it’s partly my fault. But listen,” they pulled away and forced Ember to look at them again. “I’m here with my friends. I’m sure you remember them, Cam, Alex, Aither, and Nixie? We’ve all experienced shitty things growing up, which is why we’re out here fending for ourselves, and we’ve never been happier,” they tried for a smile. “The reason I brought you here was to try and catch up a little and see if you’d join us. We’ll get you out of her reach. You’ll disappear from her line of view and she can work herself up into a frenzy on her own and either hurt herself or get herself caught. And then since you’re away from her and with good people you’ll be able to work on yourself! We can help with any types of trauma or feelings, I know we’re not professionals but we’ve been helping each other for the past five years so-”

“So you want me to join your friend group when I told you earlier I have my future planned out ahead of me? I have friends, Thorn. I’m going to college. I’m already on my way to being out of her reach.” Ember glowered. “I don’t know what the hell you’ve been doing but it doesn’t seem healthy and I don’t want any part of it. Besides, why would I want to join the person who left me in the hands of our abuser? You couldn’t have tried to help me get out, or send someone to help get me out? You just burn the place we used to live in and then leave me to deal with the consequences? I’m sorry, but the moment you decided to walk out without considering if anyone else mattered to you, you lost your chance.”

“You know, if you took all that anger you’re feeling, I’m sure you could turn it into something great,” Thorn sighed and stood up. They moved towards the fireplace and leaned against it. “Strong fire can’t be controlled by someone with weak emotions. If you were to try even a little bit it’d,” they gestured to the room once again, “go everywhere. I’ve made my peace with what happened, and that is what allows me to do what I want. You’re still hurting, and that’s fine, but know that if you don’t do anything with it, it’s only going to get worse, no matter how promising your future looks.” Thorn extinguished the fireplace, plunging the room into darkness so the siblings couldn’t see each other. “I left you alone in that house because if I had stayed I would have died, either by her hands or my own. That place was never home for me, and if I ever wanted to get better I needed to find where my home was, and that was with my friends. Sorry for wanting to share that with you. If you want to go wallow in your self pity and stick by her side like some little lapdog, go ahead. It’s not my responsibility to care for you the rest of your life. I’m sorry if it hurts you, but that’s not my problem anymore.”

“You can’t just say shit like that-!”

“I watched this room burn with the power of my own flames!” Thorn cried. “I saw everything around me being destroyed and I liked it! It was freeing and for the first time I felt like I had power in a situation and I never looked back! The only thing I learned is that I can still hurt myself no matter how powerful I feel, so I have to be careful with the destruction I cause, because I don’t want to hurt those I care about along with me. Now, since we’re obviously at an impasse, I’m going to leave. We used regular ropes so you can just burn them off if you want, but you should calm down first. We don’t want this room going up in flames again.”

Ember inhaled sharply, and for a moment Thorn thought there was a small amount of light in the room. They blinked a few times and it left, but a strange feeling of anxiety started to strangle their chest. They put a hand over their heart and rubbed at it slightly before turning to leave the room.

“Have a good life, little brother. When we meet again I hope you’ll have your shit sorted.”

#oc #original writing #oneshot #angst #fire #the bad type of arson #loosely bnha based #ao3 writer #they are not okay #trauma #yes they are a terrible person on purpose #i still love them #Spotify

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