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chrisevansmentee · 1 year

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Please don’t take my sunshine away.

It was longing. That feeling in his chest as though his heart was being pulled by an invisible string.

He longed to go back there, to breathe the same air and watch the trees sway to the wind, the birds chirp a little too early, the children clapping and singing without a care in the world.

That was the only place he knew, the place where he could be himself, effortless smiles, crazy thoughts and notions, a place where he could be as free as a bird and preen under the attention he got from them.

It was his sunshine, whenever he dreamt of that place he wished it never came to an end. He wanted to go back because he loved the place but more importantly because that was where he first met her.

Her beautiful brown eyes, that lit up whenever she smiled, the crinkle on the side of her eye when she laughed, the way she’d throw her head back when she laughed real hard, the way she’d tap him lightly when she found something interesting, her graceful movement, the crease between her brows when she was curious and lastly her beautiful heart. It was there he’d met her.

Her father was the owner of the café where he liked to have breakfast; she was the one who served him that day, all smiles and curious glances. He always got that look from people and he was used to it but from her it was different, he found himself sweating and itching to talk to her, she kept her distance, only coming when he asked her to. He decided he’d had enough and he just walked to her and introduced himself. She smiled, satisfied with herself and shook his hand. He thought her voice was beautiful, her hand was so soft and had some scars he wished he could trace but he retreated and settled for a smile. She looked at him knowingly and gave him another cup of coffee on the house. That day when he walked out of that place he knew she was the one. She was his sunshine.

Every day, he’d go there, talk with her, forget his orders and get a free cup of coffee. With time, he started coming with gifts, flowers and those things he thought she’d love and oh holy angels! She loved them, she’d hug him tight and in her true fashion she’d give him coffee on the house.

The night they went to dinner, she initiated it, she took his hand and they walked to a beautiful building where all kind of cuisines were served and they sat and talked and talked and talked till all the customers left and the place closed. That night when he walked her to her doorstep and she smiled shyly and kissed him on the cheek, he knew it was her.

After three months of seeing each other, they decided to take things to the next level, where they’d normally hold hands and smile, they traded kisses and long stares. He knew he wanted to continue life with her. His life had been dark but the moment she stepped in, everything brightened up.

God how much he loved her.

He stayed back because of her. He left the big city and moved to the country side, he loved the country more. Who would pass up an opportunity to eat fresh food, enjoy serenity and just feel at peace leaving the noisiness of New York behind? Who would? So he stayed back and they built a business and a family and it was perfect.

Until it wasn’t.

It was funny really, how one moment people were alive and well beside you and the next moment they were gone, they would go to sleep and never wake you up with their beautiful singing.

She wasn’t ill, she was healthy, and she just slept forever, no goodbyes, nothing.

He had to find out from the mortician that she was pregnant, she didn’t even know.

Those were the scariest two years of his life, he’d dream so many dreams of them running up and down the hills and then she’d disappear, sometimes, she’d sing him to sleep and the moment he’s asleep it as if he was drowning under water.

One night before he moved out, he dreamt he held her in his arms but when he woke, he was mistaken and he hung his head and cried.

So when he passed through that particular building, it reminded him of her and that night when they lay under the stars and made promises to each other, she taught him another language and she held his hands and let him trace the scars.

He found himself missing her all over again, missing the way she seemed to make all his worries disappear, missing the way he put a smile on her face.

And one morning, he was tired of longing for her when he could just be with her.

So he did it, he hung himself and died.

#a random idea popped into my head and i did it.. guys! i slept too much and wrote this.#it was an idea that popped into my head last year when my friend's sister died #a day after my grandma died #in a way it made me hate christmas cos grandma was sick from the 23rd of december to the 29th and my friend died the next day and so it wa #it was crazy how people would be here today and the next day they would just vanish #the last thing i said to her was you're shy right? and she said no not really and we were gonna have a conversation and the next thing #she's dead. i really thought i'd gotten over it but everyday i see things tat remind me of them and i start all over again #i start to cry and wish i'd done some other things #i miss my grandma so bad #i saw her obituary picture and i had to take a whole day to catch my breath and believe it.#sorry the tag is too much #i just needed to vent #nobody would see this anyway

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lethalprctector-blog · 5 years

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everything you need to know (and everything you don’t want to know) about eddie brock

BASICS. Given / Birth Name : Eduardo Carlos Allan Brock Nickname / Preferred Name : Eddie Alias(es) : Venom Birthdate / Age : January 21, 1990 / 29 Place of Birth : San Francisco, CA Current Location : Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn, New York Gender Identity : Cis Male Sexual / Romantic Orientation : Pansexual / Panromantic, but if you ask him he just gives a non-committal shrug because he tries not to think about it Ethnicity / Race / Cultural Heritage: Mexican Marital Status : Single Occupation : Investigative Reporter / Vigilante Religious Beliefs : Roman Catholic

CHARACTERISTICS. Height : 6’3” (Eddie), 7”6” (Venom) Weight : 230 lbs (Eddie), 725 lbs (Venom) Body Type / Build : Eddie is built like a boxer - wide-shoulders, lean hips. Venom is built like a wall - large, looming, unavoidably square. Eye Color : Brown (Eddie), Opalescent White (Venom) Hair Color / Texture : Eddie’s hair is a rich brown that he keeps cropped neatly. It sits thick and he has a tendency to run his hands through it when he’s stressed. Venom is bald and slick. Recognizable Features / Scars : Eddie is pretty unremarkable, but he does have a few noticeable tattoos -- a blue swallow on his chest, near his heart; a rose on his left forearm; a sacred heart on the back of his right arm. Venom healed over his old scar tissue from old battles, erasing them from the surface of his skin. Eddie also has a few small moles scattered across his face. Venom is Really Big and Hard to Miss. Speech Patterns / Accent : Eddie has no discernible accent for the most part, though it could be argued that he sounds very Californian. He tends to drop the last consonant of words, especially verbs and adverbs (i.e., “don’t” becomes “don’” or “saying” becomes “sayin’.”) Languages Spoken : English, Spanish, Spanglish, some ASL Powers / Skills / Abilities : On his own, Eddie is at the top of his game. He’s no genius, but he has very high intelligence and he’s pretty street-smart. He can also lift up to 500 lbs on a good gym day. With help from Venom, Eddie has superhuman strength, stamina, reflexes, and agility. He can also wall-crawl, generate and manipulate his own matter, and in limited cases, shape-shift. The two of them also share a bit of ESP or spider-sense. (Eddie thinks this a dumb name for it.) Overall Health : Health isn’t much of a concern for Eddie now that he has Venom, and now that Venom is no longer trying to eat his organs. He still works out regularly and does his best to eat well, but Venom requires an absurd number of calories and absorbs most of them even when they don’t eat well. (Venom got lucky with a host with a sweet tooth.) Venom also heals any injuries or ailments that befall Eddie.

RELATIONSHIPS. Order of Birth : Second Number of Siblings : 1 Father’s Status + Relationship : Carl Brock - estranged; Carl and Eddie never really saw eye-to-eye. Growing up, all Eddie really wanted was Carl’s approval, but Carl abused Eddie, blaming him for the death of Jamie Brock. After Eddie left for college and became self-sufficient, the two fell out of touch. Eddie has grown comfortable with this for the most part, but still he googles Carl’s name every now and then just in case he’ll find an obituary. Mother’s Status + Relationship : Jamie Saldana Brock - deceased; Jamie died due to complications in childbirth when she had Eddie. Eddie has no memories of her, but cherishes photos of her and stories from others about her. It’s hard to maintain a formal ofrenda for Dia de los Muertos when you travel for work as often as Eddie does, so there’s never anything fancy, but he always buys prayer candles to keep next to his mother’s pictures on a shelf in his living room. Sibling Status + Relationship : Maria Brock + older sister: Maria is eight years older than Eddie. She helped their father raise him, doing much more work than a child should ever be expected to. When they were younger, up until the time Eddie was a teenager, Maria spent a lot of time resenting Eddie, sharing their father’s habit of blaming Eddie for the loss of her mother. Now that they’re both grown and neither really speak to their father, they’ve grown much closer and Eddie calls her every other Sunday to catch up with her. Loyalty / Affiliation : Himself/Venom.

PERSONALITY. MBTI : ISFP Hobbies : binge-watching reruns of How It’s Made, being annoying Bad Habits : compulsive lying, postpones doing dishes longer than he probably should Three Positive Traits : ambitious, charming, curious Three Negative Traits : ambitious, selfish, emotional Moral Alignment : Right on the line of Lawful/Chaotic Neutral

ASSOCIATIONS. One Song : Morph - twenty one pilots One Quote / Piece of Art : “There is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand.” One Fear : isolation One Strength : uninhibited dancer One Object : his motorcycle One Place : the front yard of his childhood home One Food : chocolate One Scent : fresh-baked bread One Lucky Charm : his mother’s rosary

SOME NOTES:

My Eddie and Venom are a mixed bag of canon variations and headcanons! Please bear with me because I do not know what I am doing, we’re all disasters in our own right.

I’m retconning Marvel’s retcon of Eddie’s sister because the man needs to have some stability and some healthy relationships and if they won’t give that to me I will do it myself!!

Eddie and Venom have been bonded for a few years now -- they actually bonded in New York, and were already bonded for several months by the time they moved out to California. A few months ago, they took down Carlton Drake and the LIFE Foundation. Now they’re both back in New York and ready to take on the world (and take down Spider-Man.)

Eddie is currently working as a reporter at the Daily Bugle. It feels good to be acknowledged as a respected journalist again, and work at a renowned news organization. (Take that, Daily Globe.)

If you ever see Eddie having a face journey, he’s probably just having an internal argument with Venom. The best thing to do sometimes is ignore him.

They’re still figuring out the whole vigilante thing -- they try not to go out regularly, but when they do, they do their damnedest to avoid pro-reg hero-types.

If Eddie had friends, he’d take them to karaoke on weekends. Just a thought.

#united task #united intro #(i'll come up with a fun tagging system later shhhh don't worry about it)

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rosemaidenvixen · 4 years

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You are my Sunshine

Chapter 10: Eleven

Ao3

“Ok everyone, keep your eyes on your teacher and don’t let go of your partner’s hand,” the chaperone called out as they got off the bus.

Jim clasped his hand to Toby’s and followed their class off the bus. They were old enough that they shouldn’t have to hold hands on field trips, but it wasn’t worth arguing with their teacher about it.

Their teacher, Mr. Rhodes, had gathered their class at the main gate and had started talking about the gold rush and how this mine was important and historical. Other kids kept trying to interrupt him and ask when they could see the gift shop.

Jim glanced ahead and got his first view of the mine. It was tough to miss; a giant hole carved into the side of the mountain leading down into the earth.

Once the whole class was there, Mr. Rhodes led them to the entrance of the gold mine. Then they had to stop and wait for half the class to go to the bathroom and then they had to listen to Mr. Rhodes give another long-winded lecture about safety and how important it was that they followed the rules inside the mine.

This was always the most boring part of field trips, he had just started and half the class was yawning already. While tuning out Mr. Rhodes, Jim found himself reading the big sign right outside the mine entrance. It was actually pretty interesting, more than Mr. Rhodes anyway. According to the sign, there were strange creatures called Tommyknockers that lived inside the mine.

Mr. Rhodes finally stopped talking and started leading the class inside the mine. Jim stayed where he was, wanting to finish reading about the Tommyknockers.

Toby nervously tugged on Jim’s hand “Hurry up Jim, they’re going to leave us behind,”

Jim shrugged him off “Go ahead, I’ll catch up when I’m done,”

Toby squirmed for a bit before dropping Jim’s hand and darting off to catch up with the class, leaving Jim alone outside.

Jim eyes scanned the lines of text and pictures on the sign. Apparently there had been a bunch of strange noises and sightings of weird creatures in the mines, the miners had called the creatures Tommyknockers. And the miners believed that if they left them presents, the Tommyknockers would protect them from cave-ins.

Once he was finished reading, Jim stood in place for a while, pondering over what he’d just read.

Were the Tommyknockers real? Not pretend-real like Santa Claus or the Tooth fairy, but really real. He was pretty sure most people would say that they weren’t, and that they were just figments of the miners’ imagination. But Jim knew better than most people that there were strange, magical things in the world that defied explanation.

Jim looked ahead at his retreating class. They were really far into the mine now. If he didn’t catch up with them soon he’d be in big trouble.

Knowing he only had a short time before Mr. Rhodes noticed he was behind, Jim ran into the mine. He sprinted into the rough-hewn cave, the air turning cool and stale as he descended into the earth, gravel crunching underneath his sneakers. In no time at all, Jim was at the back of the class, he could even see Toby walking a just little ahead of him. Relieved and panting from exertion, Jim slowed to a walk. He was just about to announce himself to Toby when he felt something.

Something he’d only ever felt at sundown.

The shock was enough to stop Jim in his tracks.

He looked down at his hands.

They were blue.

Jim could feel the blood rushing in his ears.

He flexed his arms and raised his shoulders.

His clothes were too tight.

With trembling hands Jim reached up into his hair.

His horns were out.

Jim frantically looked back at the entrance, staring in disbelief at the bright sunshine pouring in through the cave mouth.

He had changed.

In the middle of the day.

“Hey Jim, do you think any miners are buried in here?”

Toby’s question brought Jim crashing back down to reality.

If anyone in his class turned around right now or if anyone new came into the mine they’d be able to see his blue form.

He needed to get out of here now .

Jim spun around and bolted for the entrance, barely aware of another shift happening as he rushed out, not stopping until he made it back to the sign, gasping for air. He looked down at his hands; they were soft and fleshy. He raised and lowered his shoulders; his clothes fit again. Nervously, Jim reached into his hair; no more horns.

He was back to normal.

Jim slumped to the ground, limp with relief.

He was normal again.

But why had he turned blue, it was the day ! He was only supposed to turn blue at night, why had he transformed now?

“Jim, get back with the group!” Mr. Rhodes shouted from the cave.

A sharp spike of fear instantly immobilized Jim against the ground. His heart threatened to beat out of his chest.

He couldn’t go back in there. Jim had only turned blue when he’d gone into the cave. If he went back in there, he might turn blue again.

In public, where people could see him.

And if people saw him they’d yell and scream and call the police.

And if the police came they’d lock him in a cell and call the government. Then the government would send men in black to come and take him away and never let him see his mom or Toby ever again.

“Jim!”

The anger in Mr. Rhodes’ voice was enough to snap Jim out of his paralysis, he scrambled to his feet and ran in the opposite direction of the mine entrance.

He didn’t care about how mad Mr. Rhodes was going to get or how much trouble he would be in.

He couldn’t go back in the mine, he just couldn’t!

Barbara only had six minutes left in her lunch break and her burrito was lukewarm and getting colder by the second. But neither of those things mattered as much as the single line of text on her laptop screen.

After years of research she had finally found it.

The same name that came up in the obituary, the census, and the housing record. The person who had died and left a cursed bath bomb among their belongings to be sold at an estate sale and purchased by Barbara.

Sarah Good.

Barbara could feel her pulse pounding in her ears, her hands shook as she scrolled down the screen. They had a name now, an identity, a human being to connect to the object that had destroyed both of their lives. She could track down this woman’s family, get some answers, find out where that damned bath bomb had come from in the first place.

And figure out how to undo whatever it had done to Jim.

“Dr Lake?” the receptionist called from down the hall, startling Barbara out of the rapture of her discovery.

In an irrational bout of paranoia Barbara shut the laptop, not that there was anything wrong with looking at old censuses and housing records, but it never hurt to be cautious, and headed over to the desk “What is it?”

The receptionist nervously held out the phone “A phone call….about your son?”

Switching gears from Dr. Lake to Mom, Barbara took the offered phone phone and held it to her ear “Hello?”

“Is this Mrs. Barbara Lake?” a female voice asked.

“Yes, and it’s Dr. Lake, ”

“I’m one of the chaperones for Jim’s class….,” the voice hesitated “I’m not really sure what to tell you….”

That wasn’t reassuring at all.

“Is Jim ok?”

“He’s fine….physically,”

Barbara felt her heart rate triple “What happened?”

“Well everything was going fine an hour ago, right up until we started the gold mine tour….then he just….freaked out,”

It was getting harder and harder to resist snapping at this woman “What do you mean ‘freaked out’?”

“He just started screaming and crying and refused to go into the mine, I don’t know what’s happening with him,”

“Where is Jim now?”

The chaperone hesitated before answering “....He’s in the visitor’s center with one of the teachers….I think he’s still pretty messed up,”

Barbara nearly dropped the phone, Jim had been having some kind of breakdown for over an hour and they were only now just calling her?

“So is this a regular thing for Jim? Because if it is--”

“I’m coming down there,”

That caught the chaperone off guard “Oh, well….I’m not really sure if--”

Barbara hung up. The chaperone was probably just doing best she could, she didn’t deserve to have Barbara curse her out.

As fast as she could, Barbara signed out with her supervisor and went to her car, heart pounding the entire time. What could have happened on the field trip, what could have upset Jim so badly?

The mine was an hour away, but by playing fast and loose with the speed limit, Barbara managed to make it there in just over forty minutes.

By the time she pulled into gold mine’s parking lot she was a nervous wreck, all of the potential misfortunes that could have befallen Jim flashed through her mind.

Barbara stepped out of the car and all but ran to the visitor’s center. A young woman in a t-shirt with the school’s logo was standing outside looking at her phone.

“Are you one of the chaperones?”

She jerked her head up, startled by Barbara’s sudden appearance “Oh-- yeah that’s me,” she looked back towards her phone “I’ve been trying to Google ways to help kids calm down, so do you know if this is a panic attack or--”

“Is Jim still inside the visitor’s center?”

Right as she finished asking, the muffled sound of raised voices wafted out of the aforementioned building.

The chaperone at least had the grace to look sheepish “He is, but I don’t--”

Ignoring anything else the chaperone had to say, Barbara dashed past her and opened the door, instantly making the muted shouts crystal clear.

“--acting like a goddamn baby!”

The visitors center was composed of a medium sized room with a small service desk. Over in the corner Jim was sitting on the floor, arms wrapped around his knees and tears streaming down his cheeks, while one of his teachers, Rhodes if she remembered right, stood over him yelling.

Seeing a grown man shouting down at her son, who was clearly crying his eyes out, brought out a dark, primal emotion in her. One that demanded she decapitate this man on the spot.

Barbara stormed over to them, forcing down any violent urges “Don’t you dare talk to my son that way!”

Jim instantly perked up at the appearance of his mother while Rhodes practically jumped out of his skin, spooked by the anger in her voice.

“Mrs. Lake? What are you--”

“It’s Doctor Lake,” she cut him off, practically spitting venom “Now tell me what’s going on.”

“Oh-- I-- it’s….” Rhodes stammered for a reply “We were heading into the mine when Jim started panicking out of the blue, we tried to ask him what was wrong but he won’t say,”

“Let me talk to him,” Barbara walked past Rhodes and bent down to be at Jim’s level.

Without preamble Jim scrambled upright and threw his arms around her neck. Surprised by the sudden contact, Barbara froze for a few seconds before she returned the embrace.

Jim was in middle school, very much not a little boy anymore, something truly awful must have happened to send him running to her like this

“Can you tell me what happened Jim?”

Jim stiffened in her arms at the question, before slowly leaning up to whisper in her ear.

“I turned blue,”

Now it was Barbara’s turn to go rigid with shock.

Jim had transformed….

How !? It was the middle of the day in August. Jim should have been his normal self for a good six hours more. What on earth could have caused this to happen?

Barbara was faintly aware of Rhodes babbling about something in the background.

She couldn’t do this. Not here. Not in public. Not with other people around.

She needed to get them somewhere private now .

“I’m taking Jim home,” she interrupted his ramble.

It took Rhodes a few seconds to register her words “What?”

“Jim and I are leaving .” Barbara stood up and grasped Jim’s hand, pulling him after her as she briskly strode towards the exit.

Seeing them head toward the door snapped Rhodes into action “Hey wait-- You can’t just leave during the middle of a field trip,” he started chasing after them “You need to fill out a release form!”

Barbara ignored him and strode out the door, Jim in toe. They made brisk progress walking across the parking lot and were soon at her car.

Rhodes ran up to the car just as they were getting in, shouting more nonsense about excused absences and official documents.

Barbara slammed the car door shut, nearly catching Rhodes’ nose. If it weren’t for Jim’s presence, she would tell him exactly where he could shove his excused absence forms.

The instant they both were buckled in, Barbara started the car and pulled out of her parking spot. Ignoring the hysterical teacher, she turned out of the lot and drove down the side road away from the mine.

Driving did little to settle her nerves. Her hands were shaking badly, Jim had curled up into an unmoving ball on the seat next to her. Panic reaching its crescendo, Barbara nearly missed the exit for the highway.

She shouldn’t be driving right now. She needed to find somewhere to pull over, to calm down, to talk to Jim, figure out exactly what had happened.

As soon as Barbara spotted a semi-reputable looking gas station, she pulled over, put the car in park, and killed the engine.

Gripping the steering wheel, Barbara shut her eyes and took deep breaths; five seconds in, hold for five, five seconds out. Ready to present a calm and collected front, she turned towards Jim in the passenger seat “Ok, tell me what happend, from start to finish,”

Jim took a few shaky breaths before he answered her.

“It happened when I walked into the mine, I went inside and….” he trailed off “I just changed….”

“That’s it? You just changed after going inside the cave?”

Jim nodded in response, face still gaunt and pale from fear.

Barbara herself was frozen in her seat; paralyzed with shock and disbelief, fighting back the urge to scream.

How could Jim change during the day? This had never happened before, not at home, not while camping, not ever. He was only supposed to transform at night!

Or was he?

They had come to the conclusion that Jim only turned blue at night because that was the pattern his transformation followed. It wasn’t as if his blue form came with an instruction manual that described exactly where and when he changed. For all they knew, standing on the international date line could cause him to change.

But what had caused it? Did it have something to do with being in the mine? Why, was it the gold ore? Would he change in any cave? Or was it being underground that changed him, but that didn’t make sense Jim had been down in the basement without--

A slight touch to the back of her fingers pulled Barbara out of her whirlwind of panic.

Jim had reached out to grasp her hand with his and was now looking up at her, peaked face a mask of worry, making him look so much younger than his eleven years.

Barbara somehow found the will to slow the maelstrom of questions swirling in her mind.

She couldn’t go to pieces, no matter how much she wanted to. Jim might be in middle school now, but he still looked to his mother for strength. No matter how terrifying this was, Barbara needed to figure out how to keep it together, for Jim.

And right now, they needed a plan of action.

“Ok. Here’s what we’re going to do,” she exhaled deeply “I’ll plan our next few camping trips near old mines and caves, to see if we can figure out a common factor between them that makes you change. Until then, no going underground anywhere new, sound good?”

Jim smiled weakly “Sounds good,”

Barbara gave his fingers a reassuring squeeze and looked back out at the road “Since it’s still early and you don’t have to go back to school, what do you say we go out for a late lunch in the city?”

That caused Jim to perked right up in his seat “Really?”

“You betcha, I’ll even let you pick the restaurant,”

“Awesome! Thanks Mom,”

She smiled, glad that he was feeling better enough to be enthused about a meal out “You’re very welcome, now buckle up so we can head out,”

Jim clicked his seat belt shut, allowing Barbara to pull back out onto the highway and start heading towards the city, willing with all her might that the dread and terror of their new discovery stayed behind them.

#rmvwrites #tales of arcadia #trollhunters #fanfic #you are my sunshine #jim lake jr #barbara lake

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