#ozone friendly
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Unsafe drinking water has become an epidemic across the US, with increasing numbers of people becoming exposed to water-borne illnesses.
A good thing is that the ozone purification system is not just a way to protect yourself from drinking water that is contaminated and toxins, but it also helps promote an active lifestyle.
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finding out that wriothesley's constellation is cerberus doesn't help my brainrot about this au that the anon suggested either...
wriothesley as "hades", the terrifying duke of meropide. no one actually knows his name -- wriothesley is but a whisper on the lips of the exceptionally brave (or amazingly stupid) who dare to try and say his name out loud. he has many names, so people often refer to this unseen duke with several names. ("aidoneus", "ditis pater", "orcus", etc.)
wriothesley likely happens across you and your oddly placed flower shop during one of his trips to the overworld. sigewinne had asked for a souvenir from the overworld, so he stopped by the coffee shop for some tea for himself and stepped inside your store right after. it's weird that such a fragrant store would be next to a coffee shop, but the scent of the flowers was so pure -- it was as if the coffee shop didn't exist when he stepped in. the flowers were mesmerizing to him. but what was even more mesmerizing was you, the flower shop owner who stumbled out of the door upon realizing that you had a visitor.
the flowers seemed to breathe a sigh of relief when you entered the room. perhaps it's due to the dendro vision that's dangling from the chain on your neck? whatever the case is, the entire world becomes static as wriothesley becomes fixated on you.
i'm a little scattered rn since my attention has been pretty fixed all day, but i'm thinking so hard about this, like...
wriothesley wants you in a way that is so dangerous. he wants you so badly, he's kind of scaring himself. he's no idiot -- if he's scaring himself, then he's sure to scare you. so he approaches you slowly, all the while feeding you hints that you should return to the underworld (the fortress of meropide) with him. he knows that you wouldn't do too well down there with the lack of sunlight and flowers, but he can work around that. he'll make it work. he has to. he will.
but maybe after courting you for so long, you still refuse to go. after all that? after all the effort he's put in to keep you in the dark about his desires? maybe after all that, he kinda blanks out. you fall asleep in your little apartment illuminated by moonlight, but awake in the fortress of meropide.
there's no map, no directions, no friendly faces, no stars to guide your path. just the stench of ozone and wriothesley, who insists that you'll be happy here. he'll make you happy here. he promises.
#[ 🌱 — blah blah. ]#wriothesley x reader#good heavens.#ALRIGHT ADDING THAT TO THE FIC LIST#GOOD GRAVY
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So I'm a massive fan of demon aus and stuff so i ummm made my own demon au 👉👈
I'm not 100% sure if I'm going to write a fic or not for this,, I plan on maybe writing a few chapters, see if I vibe with it, and then post it or leave it in the abyss depending on how I feel when I'm done.
You are a freelance demon hunter with an odd relationship in regards to the demons you hunt. You allow those who kill criminals or the scum of the Earth to go free but hunt and kill those who harm the innocent. You never thought that your work would follow you home, and you certainly never thought that your work would wake you up every morning with pancakes and waffles. Who taught these demons to work a stove?
Some fun facts about the characters and stuff below the read more :)
-Y/n was raised by a demon, hence why they have such an odd relationship with demons. Y/n views them more as people who can make mistakes and less like evil creatures from hell. Y/n allows demons that kill horrible people to live because their Mother was one of those demons, often targeting abusive spouses and partners.
-Sun and Moon used to be one entity but had split decades ago due to a disagreement. They hadn't seen each other since the split until they both broke into Y'n's house.
-Y/n has lost several limbs during their hunts; but since they're on good terms with multiple demons they are always patched back up and made "whole" again. Y/n's mother is constantly on the verge of tearing their face off from stress.
-Since Sun is a plasma demon his body runs extremely hot. He has to maintain constant control of his body temperature or he risks burning everything around him. He also has to control the brightness of his body as if he gets too excited he WILL blind people. Sun smells like ozone before a lightening strike.
-Moon is a demon made entirely of frigid cold water, so just like Sun he has to work to control his body temperature. His natural temperature is extremely cold but if he gets too upset the water that makes up his body could solidify turning to ice. He can freeze the water in the air around him easily. He smells like the ocean during winter.
-Y/n is one of the only demon hunters capable of locking demons into objects. If they cannot kill a demon they will imprison them into an object and keep them in a locked room inside their house. They often put Sun and Moon inside a plasma ball and a snow globe when the two start fighting. Gay demon jail.
-Y/n is capable of using their mother's demonic magic, which is how they are so proficient during hunts. Mother's magic is plant based and helps Y/n control roots, vines, and other flora in their surroundings. The bracelet they wear signifies the bond the two have and Y/n can communicate with their mother through that bond. The bracelet can only be removed if the bond is severed, either through one party dying, both parties agreeing to sever said bond, or a strong enough desire to break free of the bond in some cases.
-Bonds between a demon and a human can come in a few flavors, romantic bonds are symbolized through the demon's solidified magic turning into a ring, familial or friendly bonds are symbolized with a bracelet, and forced bonds are symbolized via a collar around the victims throat.
-Vanessa is Y/n's protegee, after Y/n helped save Vanessa from a forced bond from a demon Vanessa decided she wanted to become a demon hunter to get revenge on the demon who enslaved her. Vanessa doesn't fully believe that demons aren't just evil creatures from hell, but does trust Y/n's judgement.
-The other animatronics are also demons! Y/n is friends with most of them :) Roxanne is a demon that specifically hunts human traffickers, Chica is a demon who hunts people that dump waste into the environment illegally (and then proceeds to consume the dump to ensure the environment isn't too badly effected), Freddy and Bonnie hunt down child abusers and often work as a team to do it, and Monty hunts poachers and exotic animal traffickers.
-Moon falls for Y/n first and falls fast. The minute y/n kicked his ass the first time he was down bad. He makes himself a nuisance to Y/n because he isn't entirely sure how to process these feelings and decides to makes it everybody else's problem. Sun originally just wanted to be friends but as time went on he realized he was falling for Y/n too. While Moon fell in love with you for your ferocity during hunts, Sun falls for your kindness and understanding towards those affected by other demons. Sun absolutely adores your passion and need for justice and it literally makes him swoon.
#my art#fnaf au#dca au#sun fnaf#moon fnaf#dca x reader#I've been putting off uploading these because i was gonna make a doodle page to go along with it but i realized i could make and post that#anytime so umm yeah#if u want to ask me questions about my au pls fucking do because it gives me a reason to actually think about it#designs aren't entirely final i love changing shit as i go <3#didn't mean to write so much for the fun facts but i got distracted sorry
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platonic yandere zeraora please. From pokemon
I can try, sure! Going based on Pokedex entries and game wiki knowledge as usual.
Overprotective! Zeraora Concept
Pairing: Platonic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Overprotective behavior, Stalking, Violence, Murder, Implied kidnapping, Forced companionship.
Zeraora is an Electric-Type Mythical Pokemon in the Alolan region.
It is known to be elusive to humans as poachers have harmed its trust towards humans.
Due to this I feel Zeraora would take a long time to be used to you.
This Pokemon isn't under your command.
You may not even catch this Zeraora.
You meet this Pokemon by chance, fate allowed you to view this Pokemon on one of the many islands of Alola.
To meet a Mythical Pokemon, you'd have to have the right circumstances.
So maybe you meet Zeraora through saving it, or it saving you.
Such an action makes one of you indebted to the other.
Which eventually makes Zeraora curious and attached to you.
Zeraora is fast, always managing to stay out of sight.
But maybe poachers find the beast again... or maybe you are attacked by a wild Pokemon....
Either way... when you first meet with the Pokemon, the area crackles with the smell of ozone.
The Thunderclap Pokemon is surprised when it meets you.
You seem so kind... never trying to hunt the Mythical Pokemon unlike most poachers.
While originally not paying you much mind, Zeraora never takes its gaze off you.
Somehow it wishes to protect you, either because it feels it owes you or worries for you.
In a way you've made a friend out of the Pokemon and haven't figured it out yet.
Zeraora doesn't trust many humans.
But the Mythical Pokemon can tell how much your own Pokemon adore you.
You're no threat... you're no hunter... you're a friend.
So Zeraora becomes your guardian.
This Pokemon is overprotective of you due to what it's been through.
It expects other humans or Pokemon to hurt you... leaving it to feeling aggressive towards others.
While out of your sight most of the time, Zeraora is never far.
You can tell it's been around due to the smell of ozone.
Imagine if a wild Pokemon or person hurt you... then the next day they're struck down by electricity.
Zeraora doesn't care if what it's doing is wrong.
It's seen what humanity can do.
Compared to that... it doesn't think "protecting you" is wrong.
So, it wants to protect the one kind human it knows.
Soon you may even be able to meet with the Mythical Pokemon more often.
The Thunderclap Pokemon does care for you a lot.
To the point it'll use its abilities for more... devious acts to protect you.
The more Pokemon/People are attacked by lightning around you... the more you wonder if Zeraora is behind it.
Yet the Pokemon only smiles with a growl, meeting you in private with a friendly gaze.
Even if you found out... that wouldn't make Zeraora go away.
The Pokemon is convinced that it needs to protect you.
If you don't want it around anymore... then it gets concerned... worried... scared.
Zeraora will protect you one way or another...
Be that making deaths look like an accident... or by taking you away into one of Alola's many jungles.
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this isn't a response to any request, i'm just online window-shopping again and wanted to shout out my favorite fragrance shop since i think the scents they sell can be pretty alterhuman friendly
demeter fragrance is my go-to for unhuman scents. smells that are hard to capture. they have a lot of florals, which is common for perfumes, but uncommon scents like asian pear, basil, and monk fruit. they have enjoyable but strange scents, like the ozone smell of thunderstorms, and the smell of freshly upturned soil (one of my favorites, the scent is called earthworm). they have some smells that are outright weird, like turpentine, funeral home bouquets, fresh tennis balls, and glue
if the sound of smells named things like riding crop, lotus, spacewalk, tarnish, and wet garden sound interesting to you, please check them out! their 0.5 oz/15ml cologne bottles are really conveniently sized. for a fragrance company that makes strange smells, their prices are really cheap. most of their scents can be bought as splash bottles, spray bottles, roll-ons, lotion, body wash, and body oil and have sampler spray bottles
#sundew spotted#this isnt sponsored /j i just really like their scents and think theyre unintentionally alterhuman af smells#otherkin#fictionkin#therian#alterhuman
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We're here, we're queer, and we cannot be legislated out of existence 🏳🌈✨
The Luminis Candle Co 2023 Pride Collection is being released on June 1 at 12:00 pm (Pacific time), and you can find it all on www.luminiscandleco.com!!!! This year's Pride candle lineup includes 8 scents, 7 of which are brand new!
Scent information and additional details under the cut!
Nonbinary: This is the only one that's the same as last year: a lovely aromatic blend featuring gentle English lavender top notes, a heart of sweet Meyer lemon, and a base of vanilla and tonka bean.
Pansexual: A playful blend with aldehydic top notes of bergamot, sweet orange, and apple, unfolding into heart notes of rich honey nectar and toffee. White musk forms a gentle base.
Polyamorous: Fresh and clean with citrus and mint top notes. A heart of lavender, green accord, and sandalwood blends into a soothing base of cedarwood, amber, and musk.
Lesbian: An effervescent, feminine blend that opens with sweet apple, raspberry, and sparkling champagne. Lily, jasmine, and peach heart notes follow, supported by coconut and sugar base notes.
Asexual: Herbal and aromatic. Top notes of lemon and cyclamen give way to a heart of sage, lavender, rosemary, and thyme. Base notes of eucalyptus leaf and green musk tie the blend together.
LGBTQ+/Rainbow: Oceanic but not overwhelming, this scent begins with marine and green accords, followed by herbaceous notes, dry woods, and a strong note of sea salt. Leather, cedarwood, and smooth black pepper form a lingering base.
Transgender: A sweet, blush blend. Raspberry and mandarin top notes blend seamlessly into a heart of rose, lychee, and red currant, which in turn lead to a captivating base of oud, benzoin, and sheer musk.
Bisexual: Sweet with a little spice, this striking blend starts with ozone and chili pepper, mellowed out by a heart of mandarin, guava, and orange. Coconut and peppercorn round out the scent.
All candles are decorated with eco-friendly glitter made from sustainably and ethically sourced plant material that biodegrades in a wastewater environment. Testing was conducted to ensure that eco-glitter won't cause a severe fire hazard the way dried botanicals do, and while my own testing showed that they don't cause fireballs or anything, if your glitter gets too close to the wick, I recommend gently brushing it away before lighting, just to be safe!
Each candle costs $35 and the wax weight of each is approximately 6 ounces!
#handmade candles#candles#pride#pride2023#pride 2023#pride month#lgbt pride#lgbtq pride#trans pride#ace pride#asexual pride#nonbinary pride#lesbian pride#polyamorous pride#pansexual pride#bisexual pride#bi pride#queer business
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Anon rebelde.
Como ha cambiado el fandom de una parte aquí. La reina destronada de los antis en sus horas más bajas haciendo un ridículo cada vez más estrepitoso porque la nomina de SUS rubias cada vez tiene mas ceros a la izquierda.
Marple ha enderezado en cierta manera su rumbo anterior y aunque Sam nunca hará nada bien para ella, ya no entra en las tonterías habituales y su blog ahora es más ¿aséptico? y por lo tanto no tan interesante como para ir a el a ver qué se comenta para discutirlo en este lado.
El lado shipper siempre encuentra la manera de que haya contenido y movimiento por lo tanto es el reservorio del virus fandom cuando antes eran o querían que fuesen los apestados del mismo.
Entre una cosa y otra se nota un discreto y pausado cambio de rumbo en el aire, como ese ozono que precede a la lluvia que refresca en verano ¿no crees?
Dear (returning) Anon Rebelde,
ES: Ya sabes, ¡es casi peligroso acostumbrarse a tu amigable caja de resonancia! Sin más, adelante, Sancho, con la traducción y algunos breves comentarios. Si supieras a cuántas personas cabreas habitualmente, estarías orgullosa de ti misma. Te lo juro por Snoopy.
EN (dedicada a BIF, la que siempre se equivodka): You know, it's almost dangerous to get used to this friendly soundboard of yours! Without further ado, let's go ahead with the translation and some short comments. If you only knew how many people you piss off on the regular, you'd be proud of yourself. Pinky promise.
You wrote, Anon Rebelde:
"My God, how this fandom has changed! The dethroned queen of the antis at her lowest, making an increasingly loud fool of herself because the list of HER blondes has more and more zeros to the left, than the other way round.
Marple has somewhat changed her previous course and (although Sam will never be good enough for her) no longer peddles her usual nonsense. As a result, her blog is now more aseptic, and therefore not as interesting as to justify going there and see what's the talk of the town and report back here.
The shipper side always finds a way to provide new, spirited content. It turned into the viral reservoir of the fandom, unlike before, when we were its pariah dogs.
Between one thing and another, you can't help but notice a sensible and slow wind of change, not unlike that ozone breeze you notice just before a refreshing summer rain, don't you think?"
From your mouth to God's ears, dear Anon Rebelde. That being said, I would be cautious about sudden changes across the street. You can't really teach an old dog new tricks, can you? Plus that woman wants something elusive enough to be chased forever. Power and Control.
The Old Courtesan fails to capture my attention. Nope, not even in a comedic way, or something. At this point, caring about what she says would insult not only my intelligence, but also her inglorious past. Some things are better left to fizzle off by themselves.
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-- B A S I C S
name: Eon Shearfang
nicknames: 'Fang (Maverick only), Shearfang (Malice) they have saber teeth I promise :(
birthday: Middle of the year
race: Charr, Ash Legion
gender: ???? Butch. she/they
orientation: Lesbian
profession: Thief to Mesmer pipeline. Commander.
-- P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S
hair: Purple
eyes: Purple (the same)
skin: black panther fur, with faint black jaguar rosettes. soft and fluffy.
tattoos/scars: space rift scars
-- F A M I L Y
parents: smoke shaman mother, ash legion father. placed in an ash fahrar.
siblings: none.
grandparents: ???
in laws and others: no.
pets: astral raptor.
-- S K I L L S
abilities: mesmer abilities. cannot create clones, but creates stars like knives like a virtuoso. utilizes wells and pulls. black hole well. die. VERY good at invisibility and teleportation. can do portals but kasmeer is better.
hobbies: map making. has a book full of hand-drawn fractal maps with important landmarks. the habit continues when they become the commander and they make maps during downtime.
-- T R A I T S
most positive trait: laughs with you. jokes around and is relatively friendly.
most negative trait: shuts down and ignores you. if anyone theyre close to is in a life-threatening situation they immediately distance from them. definition of being hot with a shit personality. you will regret getting to know them.
-- L I K E S
colors: ~purple~
smells: leather. metal. something otherwordly. burnt ozone.
textures: leather.
drinks: whiskey neat. coffee. dark stout beer.
-- O T H E R D E T A I L S
smokes: often.
drinks: yes.
drugs: not really.
been arrested: yes.
ty to @mystery-salad for tagging me you get the space cat for this one 🥰
tagging my gf @lackluster-plays
#gw2#guild wars 2#gw2 charr#eon#WITH! teeth drawn on#they were arrested one time in the citadel bc of a drunken brawl that got violent#they almost killed somebody and got put in jail to cool off#it was some blood legion jackass talking shit about gladia#eon was having none of that and also blind with rage#malice was there to get them out of jail by morning#she was there bc she was told they came out of the mists finally and wanted to hear it from them personally#anyways
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hello!! i was wondering if you have any ways to worship Sol/Sunna, her brother (Mani) and Loki?
Offerings and ways of Worshipping Sól / Sunna
Associated runes: Dagaz and Sowelo
Offerings of Cider, Mead, Apple juice and orange juice
Like many solar deities, sunflowers and sun imagery are always a good idea!
In Germanic mythology Sól is considered the personification of the sun, meaning just spending some time outside in the sun would be perfectly acceptable!
Citrus is always good for sun gods and goddesses, lemons, limes, oranges, grapefruits, pomelo, kumquat, mandarin and clementine are all good!
Show respect to the land!
Pick up rubbish! Plant a garden! Go eco friendly! Bamboo brushes! No single use plastics! Every little bit counts 🧡
Donate to charities that help the environment such as tree planting, community gardens, wildlife protection, ocean clean ups, ozone protection! Pitch in too if you can!
Horses and Chariots!
Plants 🪴 are great offerings! Put them on her altar! Take care of them in her honour
Wear warm/summer colours
Sunna is a healer! First aid courses, learning old helping practices and remedies and even just taking care of yours and other physical health is amazing!
Know a good source recipe for when your sick? Perfect idea for an offering
Sunna embodies, energy, motivation and enthusiasm, carry these feelings with you always (as much as you can)
Have a candle on her altar! She gave the gift of fire! Its important to honour that
Celebrate the solstice!
Sun tea!!! 🌞
Honey
Hibiscus
Hope this helped! Sol/Sunna is hard to find information on so communicate with her directly and collaborate on offering ideas
#pagan#omnist#paganism#deity worship#omnism#norse pantheon#norse gods#norse mythology#norse#sol god#sol goddess#sunna#sunna goddess#germanic mythology#hellenistic#hellenic witch#hellenic polytheistic
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PLEASE REST YOUR ARM DONT PUSH YOURSELF TOO HARD PLEASE
If you insist on drawing I will give a suggestion. I love ozone and kinda curious what ingo's reaction to their existence would be dksnsk
I hope your arm stops hurting soon 🥺
i know i told you in the discord ill be okay but KHGKGS ILL BE OKAY !!! ty again tho for the request mwah am sending you platonic kisses because i love drawing my silley guy <3
he would be sooo confused skghgkhs like... this guy is familiar but also not? why does he feel a familial bond with a total stranger who hes never met before but also feels like hes spent his entire life with? why does their existence feel incredibly interesting but also incredibly heartbreaking at the same time? like... what is going on here mane....
they'd work it out tho. ozone is like a weird half brother/cousin/uncle who you only see at christmas or something. sometimes super friendly but also sometimes super distant because even tho his twin is part of the fusion larry just. does not know him or how to act around him so its a very touch and go situation sgkhgkhs :]
#ozone#submas#subway boss ingo#warden ingo#gym leader larry#subway boss emmet#fusion#pokemon#i havent thought of a backstory for how ozone came about because i dont have any fusion aus but erm#maybe ingo and emmet used to fuse a lot in the past but now without having anyone familiar around to fuse with#emmet feels kinda lost and lonely cuz that used to be a big part of his life... like... being fused with friends and family#to show them how much you care and can spread your love to em yknow#and after becoming friends wit larry they try it but theyre unstable cuz emmet hasnt told larry everything abt himself yet cuz hes scared t#idk#ramble over kshgkghs#1 more time thank you alu <3
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2023 Zi-writes-fic list
I've put nothing on Ao3 since 2014, when I basically stopped writing fanfic for the better part of a decade. And then Baldur's Gate 3 happened, and suddenly I'm writing again in volume!
So here's what's happened this year, almost all of which is canon-compliant or strongly canon-adjacent unless otherwise stated:
September:
A Soft Caress; As Cold As Death - my return to writing fic, with a multichapter M-rated postgame. Astarion/Halsin dealing with grief and circling back to a relationship with each other after their shared Tav died.
Overhear More In Changing - hopping onto the Bloodweave train with what appears to be the fandom's first body-swap fic! E-rated for a mind-meld activities, and the first of what will turn out to be quite a few bloodweave fics.
October:
Just Leap The Flames - having come from the TF2 fandom back in the day, naturally I could not resist having two sad old warriors find a bit of solace together for a night. E-rated Halsin/ Zevlor, featuring sore bones and bad hips.
Unexpected Terrain - a short bit of E-rated porn with a reasonable amount of feelings attached, featuring a trans Gale and an Astarion who's definitely got some issues around power and autonomy. Astarion's tendency to stay clothed and distant from his partner is at this point becoming a running theme.
Enchanting Silver - Bloodweave again, this time with a magic mirror gift for Astarion, and only M-rated for suggestiveness.
Seen, Seen, Seen - breaking up the smut and suggestiveness with a T-rated character study comparing Halsin and Astarion's responses to trauma and how it's shaped them as characters.
Come To Mind - staying T-rated, a bit of mild whump as Gale loses his mind and has to piece together who, or what, he is - and what relationship he has to these strangers around him.
November:
Rest, Indulge - back to E-ratings with a slow, indulgent, postgame bit of bloodweave consensual somnophilia. Come for the smut, stay for the breakfast sandwiches.
Myrtle, Ozone, Iron - M-rated for canon-expected depictions of violence, this ongoing fic leans into Astarion's reliance on scripts and his struggle with social interactions that fall outside his 200 years of rote experience.
December:
Strigil - E-rated again, as Gale has a miserable time in the Shadowlands and Astarion has a solution to his laundry problems. Readers may notice, once again, Astarion sublimating some Personal Issues via Gale.
Steady, Steady - dropping down to a nice friendly T-rating for what appears to be the first Halsin & Karlach friendfic in the fandom. Halsin teaches Karlach to whittle!
You Into Me - back up to E-rating for tadpole-based psychic codependency and a dose of hurt-comfort, written for a Bloodweave Secret Santa event.
Sherry - a G-rated offering at last, as Wyll ponders how much humanity he has left in the company of one who knows all too well what it's like to made into something monstrous.
Glass - a second dose of Wyllstarion, an as-yet-unrated Cinderella story written for the Wyllstarion server's "Fairy Tale" prompt. More to come on this one, and you can expect canon-typical violence and hurt/comfort to be added to the tags when Chapter 2 comes.
So! That brings my 2023 to an end.
After so long writing little to no fic, and barely even picking at my own original writing, it's been so good finally having something that sets my brain back to words again. I hope you enjoy it, and I promise to finish both Glass and Myrtle, Ozone, Iron in the New Year.
I'd put up a rec list, but good gods - there are so many talented writers in this fandom that I'd hardly know where to start!
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Five Reasons to Install an Ozone Water Purification Systems in Your Home
Contaminated drinking water has become an enormous problem throughout the States and has led to a variety of water-borne illnesses.
You can, however, get your water pure and free of chemicals.
By using the help of an ozone water purification system it is possible to keep yourself free of harmful water contaminants as well as dangerous diseases they can cause.
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Hello 👋 I saw that your request box was open and was wondering if I could request an angst to fluff story in which reader is scared of the dark and gets night terrors (definitely not me self projecting) and is comforted by Swiss and/or copia?? I had a really bad night terror last night and didn’t sleep after despite having to go to work that morning.
If you can’t or are uncomfortable for this prompt it’s ok
Thank you :)
I’m also not sure if this is worded good sorry if it is
Hi ! I really hope you like how this turned out :>
Tags: brief and kinda vague description of a nightmare
My requests are open !
It’s too dark.
Where is everyone?
People were here just a second ago!
It’s too quiet.
What was that?
I’m not alone.
I’m the only one left.
It’s…what the hell is that!
You shoot awake with a scream bubbling in your throat. It comes out as more of a choked gasp as you pant, frantically looking around your darkened room for the thing that stalked you in your dreams. You were disoriented, not entirely convinced you had woken up because of how dark it was. Your room was never totally dark. You always had some type of small or soft light on.
As you came down you realized you were definitely not still in your dream. You had a brief moment of relief before another wave of panic settled over you. The lamp was off. You were sitting completely alone in the middle of your dark room. In a Satanic church.
You practically jumped out of bed, rushing over to the little lamp in the shape of a cloud sat on your desk. Unfortunately for you, you weren’t used to the space in total darkness and you ran right into your dresser causing some things to clatter to the ground. You didn’t care. You’d deal with it when the light was back. You just wanted your light. Needed your light before something not as friendly as a ghoul clawed its way into your room.
You searched the desk in a frenzy, heart hammering the longer you went without making contact with the squishy little cloud. When you finally got a hold on you, you about cried with relief. You flipped it over, finger instinctively finding the power button.
Nothing.
You pressed it again and again begging for it to magically turn back on. You started crying, from panic or frustration you didn’t know. You couldn’t help it. Maybe you were still dreaming and now that creature was going to spring out while you were distracted. Maybe it was right behind you right now. Maybe it was going to sink its claws in and—
“Everything alright in here?”
The room is sudden filled with light with the soft click of your door opening. You whip around now face to face with a ghoul. Swiss. You immediately recognized him as one of the Ghost Project ghouls. He stared at you, eyebrows raised and tail flicking side to side behind him. You wanted to answer him, wanted to do something other than stare at him looking like a deer in headlights, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t form a single thought beyond the absolute relief you felt at the light shining in from the hall.
“I’m…sorry for comin in without an invitation. I was walkin by and heard a crash and then crying. Are you okay?”
You had no idea how to answer that question. You realize how insane you must look. Puffy eyes, holding a cloud, with a bunch of your shit knocked onto the floor. You were tired and scared and you really weren’t prepared to have a conversation.
“Are you real?”
It’s the only thing you can manage. He tilts his head, eyebrows pulled together. For a brief moment his normally black and white eyes spark purple with a pop of ozone. His face relaxes into something more comfortable.
“Of course I’m real. Wanna tell me about that dream?” He asks as he steps in, turning the light on.
“You don’t have to, but I'm all ears” he flicks his pointed ears grinning at you.
He starts to pick up the items that got knocked off your dresser, giving you the chance to calm down and think about it. When he’s finished he leans back against the furniture waiting to see if you want to talk or just be left alone.
“Why’d you come in here?”
“I told ya, I heard a crash and crying.”
“Yeah but…why?”
“I was worried. Don’t think I could’ve slept right if I had just walked away without making sure you weren’t hurt.”
You nod and sit at your desk. You work on changing the batteries in the little cloud, gathering your thoughts to somehow explain to this demon from hell that you were afraid of the dark. No, not of the dark. Of the things that hide in it. Things like the creature from your dream. Things like the creature that burst into your room to see if you were alright.
“I had a bad dream. And when I woke up the light was off and I don’t know. I was convinced there was something in here, that it was going to get me if I didn’t get the light back on.”
“Happens often?”
“Sometimes. Other times I just wake up screaming and I can’t remember why.”
“I could stay here with ya for the night if that might help.”
You shake your head turning to look at him “It wouldn’t help. I can never sleep when it happens”
He goes silent for a moment, drumming his claws against the top of the dresser.
“I think you should visit Copia.”
“The Cardinal?”
He nods
“Why?”
“He’ll be able to help you better. I still don’t understand how these meat suits work, but I do know sleep is good for ya.”
“But why the Cardinal?”
“Trust me” he flashes you a fang filled grin “come on I’ll walk with you.”
You think it over for a moment. There’s not really a reason for you to say no. It’s not like you’d be sleeping any time soon and sunrise was still hours away.
Why not
You and Swiss walk the halls of the Ministry. You had never seen it this empty before. The way the soft orange light made the stained glass and marble statues glow took your breath away. It was peaceful. It almost made you forget about your earlier predicament. You chatted with Swiss for a bit. You discovered he was summoned pretty recently for the Ghost Project. You were still very new to living at the Ministry. It was something you had in common. It was nice talking with him. It made you feel less alone. You asked him how he knew about the dream before you told him and he explained what a multi-ghoul was, briefly showing off a little bit of each element.
When you arrived at the Cardinal’s door Swiss threw it open without hesitation. He beckoned you to follow insistenting it was okay.
“Hey Cardi! I know you’re in here, I've got someone you should meet!”
Another smaller door in the back of the little room swings open.
“Swiss per favore keep your voice down. You will wake the rats—oh ehh hello.”
His mismatched eyes land on you. You wave, not really sure what else to do. It felt strange to be in his space. He was a Cardinal. The head of the Ghost Project. Second hand to Papa. You may not have been here for long, but you still knew he was important despite his normal behavior. You let Swiss do the talking.
“Our friend here can’t sleep. Thought maybe you’d be able to help with that.”
Copia nods “I see. Well caro mio I will try.”
It’s only then you notice he doesn’t have his usual makeup on. You see the dark circles under his eyes and suddenly you understand why Swiss thought bringing you to him might help you out with your issue.
“You’re the best Cardi!”
He snatches a candy from the bowl sitting on the desk, popping it in his mouth as he leaves.
“Take care Sibling! I extend to you an invitation to the ghoul den if you ever wanna come down.”
You wave as he goes “Thank you for your help.”
He smiles sincerely at you, giving you a small wave in return before shutting the door leaving you alone with the Cardinal.
You two stand awkwardly in the middle of the room. He fidgets slightly.
“Would you ehh care for something to drink? Tea?”
“I don’t want to be a bother.”
“No no no please it is not a bother. I insist.”
He starts shuffling around the space pulling out an electric kettle and various mixes before you can try to protest.
“So my ghoul said you were having trouble with sleep.”
You nod
“I too find it difficult. I am usually awake more than I want to be.”
“Do you ever,” you consider your wording “feel afraid?”
“Afraid?”
“Of the dark” you murmur “I know it sounds silly.”
“No caro mio it is not silly if it is something you are afraid of. I cannot say that I have ever been afraid, but I also was raised in the church. If something goes bump in the night it is usually a friend.”
He walks over to where you had sat down on a leather armchair, handing you a mug of steaming tea. It smelled sweet and herbaceous.
“A special blend Mountain has made for me when sleep evades me. Please drink.”
You blow on it to cool it down.
“What if the things in the dark aren’t your friend?”
“Well with the hellhounds and the ghouls that live here I doubt there is anything ehhh malicious lurking around. But if there ever was I can guarantee you it would not be here for long.”
You grimace and take a sip of the tea. Copia sits in the opposite armchair, drinking his own tea. He mutters to himself before snapping as his eyebrows shoot up.
“If it is a fear you have, I may have a remedy.”
“What do you have in mind?”
“I could have one of our lovely fire ghouls make a flame for you. Hellfire so it will never go out.”
“That would…actually be amazing. Thank you.”
He doesn’t hear you though, lost in the thought as he stands and starts pacing the space still muttering to himself.
“If I get Alpha to make it we can have Omega assist him so the light wards off spirits. But if we have Ifrit do it it will glow brighter. I cannot ask Dewdrop if he is still recovering.”
You watch him pace letting him go on about this hellfire lamp. You sip the tea letting the flavor wash over you. It’s warm. It’s nice. For once in your life you don’t feel alone and terrified after having a bad night. You feel safe and content watching Copia’s sporadic movements and grand ideas.
Coming here was the right decision.
#the band ghost#nameless ghouls#ghost bc#swiss ghoul#cardinal copia#swiss x reader#copia x reader#golfball writes
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do you think michael crew went back to uni after becoming a vast avatar?
like i know he 100% dropped out after merging with the sky and all but i think it would have been really REALLY funny if he just pretended nothing happened and went back to uni
cryptid mike rights!!
like can you imagine-
this one kid in your meteorology course who barely shows up for lectures
you know he exists from tutorials with small groups where he kinda has to go to but nobody sees him otherwise (and sometimes not even then)
and like, you'd know he was there because mike's pretty distinctive with his height and the scar and all
and then one time he just starts showing up regularly (because heck, he probably has nothing better to do now that he's found his final leitner & bound the lichtenberg figure) except that for some reason the lecture theatres now smell like burning electrical applicances; the stairs seem to double in height and you feel almost- unsteady as you make your way down to your seat; when you look even in his general direction, it only makes it worse as your head spins-
a few people almost trip down the stairs. one lecturer does trip, and the lecture is cancelled and never delivered after the poor man ends up in the hospital. and more than once, the electricians are called in to invesigate the odd smell, but nothing's ever found (because there is nothing to find).
all this, and mike crew still doesn't say a single meaningful word to anybody beyond the usual english niceties. like he'll be friendly, but not too friendly. bc you know, he might now be an avatar of Fear Itself, but he'll be damned if he drops the good ol' politeness that his parents drilled into his head.
then the summer afterwards, or maybe it's in two years, he's gone. he doesn't finish the degree, leaving just as the pressure ramps up. and the ozone and the warping of reality and the vertigo and everything else go with him - and you hadn't even realised it was him that was causing them until they're no longer there.
you don't hear from him again.
(bonus: Simon Fairchild starts showing up and accosting Mike at random to get him to join their cult family.)
#look#there's two decades unaccounted for - what was he DOING other than throwing people off ladders in France??#tma spoilers#michael crew#mike crew#tma#the magnus archives#vast#ive officially been brainrotting over mike crew for over a month#this is basically an anniversary post lmao#simon fairchild#uni student mike au#i guess#michael mike crew#the vast
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Word to the Manager
In which Orbo's long deserved ass beating is finally wrought. The Organizer has some plausibly deniability, don't worry. It's just a friendly chat.
:)
Enjoy!
Word Count: 2,000
Prismo felt bad about waiting for Scarab to be sleeping before heading out. He couldn't let the beetle try and stop him. He'd say a lot of things. It was unprofessional. Let the Higher Ups handle it. Don't make waves.
Prismo, to put it bluntly, didn't give a shit. Screw professionalism. Screw making waves. He had a mission.
At least he remembered to leave a note.
Scarab,
I'm heading out. Business from the Organizer. Gave me a body. Will be back soon. Left you some puzzles. Enjoy.
Love, Prismo
Yeah, that was good enough. And only partially a lie. He stretched his arms, feeling his dormant magic tingling in his fingers.
He beamed himself to the Organizer's office, his face firm and steady.
"Ah. Prismo. Good day."
"Good day, Organizer, ma'am."
The two gods stared at each other in tense silence.
"...You know why I'm here, ma'am."
"I do."
Prismo held a firm stare. If someone told him he'd be staring down one of the highest of the pantheon with resolute determination, he'd have laughed nervously and disregarded it.
Now though?
He was on a mission. And the Organizer could either be helpful or a hindrance, but it was being complete. Today.
"I can't say I recommend this course of action, Prismo."
"Are you going to stop me?"
"I wouldn't have authorized a use of your body if I was going to. But, for the record, what is your intention in visiting my assistant. And this is for the record."
Prismo caught what she was hinting at. He smiled.
"I'm simply here to resolve some differences."
"Hmm." She was quiet for a moment before pulled out a sheet, writing something down, and stamping it. "Very well. Here, you will need this. Lower your head please."
Prismo nodded, bowing slightly. She placed a crystal chain headband around the crown of his head, a strange magic surrounding his mind.
"It is very easy to get lost in the Archive. This will help guide your way, if you know what it is you seek. Don't lose it."
"Thank you, ma'am."
He straightened back out as a door besides the desk slid open. A wafting smell of dust poured out, but it hardly phased the Organizer.
"He'll be back there. Somewhere. Good luck."
Prismo nodded, running fingers through his curls as he stepped to the dark doorway.
"Oh, Wishmaster?"
He looked up at her. The two held eye contact for a few beats.
"I care about Scarab. Very much. While I defer to the Judge's ruling, I can't help but think about what the Observer reported."
Prismo blinked. The Organizer looked back. He nodded. They understood each other.
He stepped into the Archive.
Prismo had never seen the Archive before this moment. In fact, very few beings in the multiverse had seen even a glimpse of it.
The stacks of filing cabinets seemed to extend forever upwards, into the sky. A cosmic storm raged swirled above them, the stacks disappearing into the swirling stars. Rafters and ladders crisscrossed like an intricate spider web, connecting everything into what must be the more organized chaos imaginable. The door ground into its frame as it slid shut behind the Wishmaster.
Idly, Prismo opened a cabinet, flipping through the strangely thick folders. Random names, in languages long dead, were stamped on the tabs. Name after name after name.
The crystal sitting on Prismo's forehead lit up, projecting an orb of white light a few inches in front of his face.
He shut the cabinet, looking around the random hallways, seemingly endlessly extending into the far-off background.
"Geeze... Srabs and the Organizer wasn't kidding. Endless Archive, huh?"
The orb in front of him seemed to glow a bit bigger and brighter, depending on the direction he faces. He privately thanked the Organizer for her handy little trinket and set off.
The entire Archive smelled of dust, rain, and faintly of ozone. Distantly above him, the stary clouds rumbled with thunder. He could almost find it peaceful, if not for the occasional distant hiss and growl echoing from... somewhere.
Hmm...
As he walked, he watched the random eyes and hands that would occasionally fly in, flip through a cabinet, and fly back out with a folder in hand. Some cabinets seemed constantly open, pens constantly writing new pages. It was like watching someone's life, being lived right before his eyes, in the most clinical way possible. He wondered if this was connected to the Observer in any way. The Organizer called him her brother, didn't she?
His ponderings were interrupted quite abruptly, the ground shuddered, making the Wishmaster hold on as the floor seemed to rotate. He looked up, seeing the walkways and rafters change with a loud, echoing groan, settling into new paths.
He blinked, eyes wide as the world settled again.
It was a marvle the Organizer could find... well, anything in here. He made a note to get her a mug or something. Maybe a nice houseplant. Glob knows she deserved it.
The white light started to turn red, and he heard the distant muttering of a certain orb. He took a steadying breath. He prepared himself.
He turned the corner and saw Orbo. Trying and failing to find some specific folder, several others stacked behind him on a cart.
"Orbo."
The Star Core yelped, spinning on his axis for a second, before sighing in relief at the sight of Prismo.
"Prismo! Oh, Prismo, thank Glob!"
Prismo raised an eyebrow, his arms folded in front of him, expression unreadably.
"Did they send you down here too? What is happening to this pantheon, mate? What'd you do to end up here?"
"I'm not being punished. I'm here on my own free will. Was looking for you, actually."
Orbo's expression lit up. There was hope in his smile, barreling towards the Wishmaster with glee. Prismo took a step back to avoid getting bowled over. "Prismo, you gotta get me outta here mate! Look, this place makes no sense! They expect me, me, to organize this nonsense? And, I think.... I think there's something in here with me. It's following me. Watching."
Prismo heard the desperation in his voice. Something in his gut flickered. Was this a good idea...? Did he really need to add to this punishment?
"Maybe the Organizer's just watching over you."
"Yeah, watching me suffer. She had the gall to pull me into her office, into court before the Judge, and stick me here. And for what? I was perfectly in my rights! It was signed, I had the right to punish Scarab however I saw fit!"
The spark Prismo felt pretty much immediately died.
"So, you saw nothing wrong with what you did to him?"
"Did to him? Mate, that was my right as his boss. Shouldn't have been so disrespectful. Ungrateful."
Prismo stared in complete disbelief.
"Man. You really don't know how to take a hint, do you?"
"What's that?"
"Actually, no, it's not even a hint at this point. It's a big neon sign that you can't see apparently! Orbo, you're a monster! Like, as someone who has an actual monster aspect, you are a monster."
Orbo sputtered, indignant.
"Me?! I'm the monster here? Yeah, sure, the Star Core with these rad shades is the monster. Not that skittering little beast pretending to be-"
Prismo didn't let him finish. His magic lifted Orbo up into the air, then slammed him back down, face first, into the tiles, making a nice little crater in the floor.
"Prismo-"
"No. You're gonna shut up, and you're gonna listen."
"Mate, I-"
Prismo slammed him against the floor again.
"Shut up. Listen."
The orb made a groaning sound from his crater, but wisely said nothing else.
"Scarab did not deserve what you did you him. He didn't deserve to be humiliated by you. He didn't deserve to be tortured by you."
"I don't think tortured is-"
Prismo slammed him into the floor. "I can keep doing that all day. Shut up. Listen. Or I keep doing that until we find out how deep this floor goes before it's just void."
The orb made no sound, other than a whispery groan. Prismo smirked. Good.
"You tortured him, Orbo. He had nightmares, terrible ones, because of you. You left him with pain and suffering, for hundreds of thousands of years. You understand that? Eternity is a long time, Orbo. And you took all the steps to make his just that extra bit more miserable."
Prismo felt Nightmo bubble in his chest, but he swallowed that down. He wanted to be cognizant for this.
"I can't exactly do what I'd want to do. You don't have limbs to pull apart. The Judge decided this was punishment enough. Scarab seems to think so. But... well, the Judgement Hall failed him enough, I'd say. So. Think of this as a little gift. From me to you, 'mate'."
Prismo might not have his Dreamer's magic, not entirely at least.
But Prismo the Wishmaster was a dream of the greatest human wizard to have ever lived.
Prismo's magic ground and pulled at the Star Core's body, manipulating the magic that made up his body. It sounded liked it hurt, if the noises Orbo was making was any indication. It was like playing an instrument, plucking on invisible strings. He wondered if the orb could fall apart if he plucked the wrong string.
With one harsh pull, Orbo burst into a violent pop of color, his for destabilizing for a brief moment. He at least offered him the moment for recovery.
"You think you're being watched. Being followed by whatever might be out there, stalking the halls. Well, let me make it more... certain for you."
From his mouth a serpent like Nightmare coiled from his throat, around his arm, and biting into Orbo. He yelped, trying to roll out of the crater Prismo had created, but the serpent continued to take nasty bites out of him.
"Meet your new 'mate'. He hates you as much as I do. He never stops biting. Not until Scarab forgives you, at least. So, who knows when that might be? Have fun. You two are meant for each other."
Orbo yelped, running in circles, trying and failing to outrun (outroll?) his new best friend.
"Have a nice eternity, Orbo. It's only fair, mate."
Prismo turned and started his trek back, whistling to himself.
The Organizer did little but cast a curious glance at Prismo as he emerged.
"Your meeting went well then?"
"Yep."
"I suppose I should not be worried about the slamming sound I heard back there?"
"Just a stack tipping over, ma'am."
"Hmm. Very well. Thank you for your visit, Wishmaster. Do have a good rest of your day. And tell Scarab I said hello."
"Will do. Remember to take a break, ma'am."
"The paperwork never rests, Prismo, and neither do I. I appreciate the sentiment."
Prismo chuckled as he warped himself back to the Time Room.
He grinned as he took in the sight he was greeted with. Scarab had seemingly found the puzzles he left him, as he was meticulously making a picture of a galaxy. From... the inside out?
"Don't most people solve the edges first, Lovebug?"
Scarab jumped, his head snapping up to look at Prismo. "Prismo! There you are!"
"I thought I left you a note!"
"Prismo. 'Business with the Organizer' could not have sounded more vague or ominous."
"Well, I'm fine, and I'm done. C'mon, show me what you have done."
Scarab chirped at him with confusion, but let his attention be turned to the puzzle.
Prismo listen to him explain his strange process, smiling dumbly at him.
Scarab probably wouldn't have approved of Prismo's methods. He'd say the Judge's ruling was enough for him, and that Prismo should let it go.
But Prismo had seen the pain left behind. The pain and fear and anxiety left in Scarab's body, even after hearing of the decision.
He'd tell him what he did. Later. But puzzles came first.
#prohibitedwish#scarab x prismo#scarab the god auditor#prismo the wishmaster#prohibitedwish fanfic#wrath of the wishmaster#orbo
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Wednesday wip
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idk have more of this 💕
The fifth attempt. The fifth person.
Has sky blue eyes. And a strawberry birthmark over their collarbone and one on their cheek. They smile brightly and love kids and Eddie meets them at a restaurant that serves only vegan food. They’re friendly and easy to talk to because they’re gentle and smart and genuine. They’re passionate about family and cooking and putting love, happiness, and kindness out into the world and helping people in need.
They kiss Eddie’s cheek at the end of the night and thank him not just for dinner but for listening and meeting them in the first place. And it’s a nice kiss. He doesn’t hate it. It doesn’t make his skin crawl. He doesn’t instinctively recoil. It’s sweet. It could hold warmth. It could maybe trigger echoes of a heartbeat. Maybe.
A heartbeat knocked out of synchronicity with a single bolt of lightning that left its match silent.
Eddie drives out into the darkness, somewhere, anywhere, and then has to pull over and sob all over his steering wheel. For no reason. For every reason.
When he comes home, Chris is already in bed and Buck is stretched out on his sofa. His legs are crossed at his ankles and propped up on the arm of the couch. He has one of Chris’ textbooks in his hands. Of course he does. But he closes it when Eddie shuts and locks the front door behind him.
“So, how was this one?” Buck tips his head, curious but somehow condescending. “Looks like you made it over the two hour mark. Unless you got lost driving around again. You know your phone has a very convenient, already installed app that will tell you directions to and from places if you plug addresses into it. Then you never get lost and stuck in traffic.”
Yeah. Because Google maps or whatever other equivalent programs always have 100% accuracy and the directions are crystal clear.
Because lost isn’t a thing permanently attached to Eddie?
Every time it seems like he shakes it, it always comes back and finds him. Irony of ironies.
“Come on,” Buck urges. “You can tell me. What was wrong with this one?”
Reminiscence.
The smell of ozone and rainstorms. The taste of iron and metal. The bruises and burns left in his flesh. The dying, broken-winged hummingbird living in his chest that can’t fly, can’t eat, can’t touch, can’t live. The ribs cracking, breaking beneath his hands.
The dead, un-beating heart.
The precious beautiful heart he loves and cherishes more than his own life.
“Nothing,” Eddie answers but that isn’t true. “Everything. One thing.”
He can’t move from the door. His legs won’t work. He can look and stare into the middle of the room but he can’t see anything but a swaying lifeless body against a thundering, flashing sky.
Buck scoffs and pushes himself up until he’s sitting and can focus attention on Eddie. “That doesn’t make any sense.”
No. It doesn’t. Does anything make any sort of fucking sense? Does it make sense that one second Buck was standing on the ladder, working a hose, working on a fire, not doing anything particularly risky or dangerous, but the next second he was dead and hanging in midair?
Does it make any sense that Eddie can’t taste anything can’t feel anything can’t sleep can’t think can’t see anything but that moment where electricity burst through him like it wanted to end him, too?
It did. It did end him. His own heart stopped in the same moment. It just wasn’t the same way.
Eddie shrugs and takes off his shoes. He sets downs his keys. He shrugs off his jacket. His legs are rigid and numb. But they get him to the couch where he sits beside Buck. Not touching. Never touching. Touching is burning needing longing craving fire electricity desperation losing fading breaking.
Buck hums, then sets Chris’ book on the coffee table. “You gonna give this one another shot?”
It’s a science book. Because Buck will read ahead and find fun experiments to demonstrate concepts and science is always their favorite. They make volcanoes out of lemons and grow beansprouts in the windowsill and make battery circuits from potatoes. They do homework together and bake cookies together and play games and watch movies and make popcorn while Eddie goes out and tries to make his heart beat again.
“No.” Eddie picks up the half drunk bottle of beer sitting on the table and downs a good third of what is left.
Why would he? What would the point even be? Every single thing would just make him think of the one thing he needs and can never have. The only reason there was a chance of him feeling anything at all is because every single fucking thing about them screamed Buck and Buck and Buck.
Buck takes the bottle and gives him a suspicious side eye but looks elsewhere when he drinks and says, “Why not? You liked this one.”
Eddie bites his tongue, bites it, and bites it and still never tastes blood. “What makes you say that?”
“Well, you immediately complained about the others.” Buck leans back against the couch and tucks one leg underneath him. He’s wearing clothes he sometimes sleeps in. Soft black lounge pants, a thin hoodie that stretches tight across his chest, and fuzzy gray socks. And a pale green henley underneath the hoodie. That doesn’t technically belong to him. But looks really good on him. “So. Why no second date? Or are only first dates your thing? You going to make your way through all the eligible singles in Los Angeles and then pick one for a repeat?”
“Maybe I’m just tired. There are reasons I was never into going out with anyone. It’s superficial and people lie and how can you ever randomly stumble into something that means anything? Or that works? Or lasts?”
Buck hands the bottle back over to him. “What was the one thing?”
Eddie’s stomach tightens but he grips the bottle tightly and the cold wet glass at least feels something like how he feels. Saturated, frozen, fragile. “What one thing,” he asks without actually needing to know.
“You said one thing was wrong.”
“I also said everything was wrong.”
“Yeah, but first you said nothing was wrong. So which is it? What doomed this potential progress?”
Is there ever going to be progress? Is he ever going to find someone he wants more than always coming home to his partner and his son in another world where the three of them are actually a family?
“Come on, Eds. What’s the one thing?”
Eddie shrugs and finishes the beer. “The same thing that’s wrong with all of them.”
Buck looks at him expectantly. With that curious, sweet expression he gets whenever he hangs onto every word Eddie says. “What’s that?”
They’re not Buck.
“I don’t feel anything,” is what Eddie tells him though. Which is also true. And also the problem. He stands and starts for his bedroom but can’t help looking back at Buck curled up on his couch, wearing his shirt. “I’m tired. I’m going to go to bed. You want to stay over?”
Buck’s beautiful clear eyes are glassy but he blinks it away. “Always.”
#wip wednesday#buddie wip#fic: catching lightning#yes I will continue with my vegan!Buck agenda what of it#jenwyn wip
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