#this list. says a lot about me 😨
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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you. learn to know your mutuals and followers.
HELLO HELLOO! ty for the ask!! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)
making cookies and cakes :3c i'm not very good at it but it's fun!
SLEEPING IN I LOVE THE WEEKEND AND WHEN I GET DAYS OFF (＿ ＿*) Z z z
watching markiplier play fnaf ASBFSGKHG MY GUILTY PLEASURE
writing!! though ive been pretty busy with other projects besides this blog lately im still writing all the time :) <3
my high school swim team 💖!! i love swimming with my friends & im hoping it stays this fun once i start club as well !!!!
#<3.chi post#perpetualcynicism#everyone should do swim team...in my opinion#this list. says a lot about me 😨#<3.mail
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could you do a nsfw hc’s with georg please? i absolutely love your hc’s! <3
nsfw headcanons about georg listing
!NSFW + SFW!
first of all, he is SO UNDERRATED
yet SO HOT
he loves kissing
every single time you fuck he's kissing you
he loves the double connection you two have
he also loves gripping at your waist, when he fucks you
so his favorite positions are when he holds you by the waist
and when he can kiss you perfectly
he also loves when you play with his long hair and twirl them around your fingers
he loves making you (s)cream
he always holds you close
the makeout session becomes a sex intercourse once youve been sat on his laps
youre 100% are gonna fuck
but i think he had more libido when he was a teenager than now
but like, i don't think he's THAT much of a horny guy
i think you fuck at least once every 2 weeks i'd say
he just has a lower libido
like, he thinks if you do something too often, it won't feel the same as when you do something after a 1 week pause, for example
however
if you guys havent fuck in a long time
when you will, it'll be PHENOMENAL
literally 😍
you'll cum so hard so many times
he's very good with his hands and tongue too
he kinda has a saliva kink too
it turns him on when you suck on his fingers before he fingers you, when he makes you taste yourself, when you deeply kiss, when you kiss/ lick his body and leaves wet spots, when you suck him off and that you lick on his top
and you do the trickles of saliva on his cock
he's going FCKING FERAL
he loves that stuff so much
that's why he loves kissing too
feeling your both salivas on his tongue 😫
you probably have already seen him getting hard right after you kiss
but like it was a short kiss
so you were like "jesus fucking christ georg, we just kissed"
you didnt not liked it tho
he loves your mouth for sure
so he likes face fuck a lot 😨
he really loves your tongue, lips, fingers, boobs and is a fond of your thighs
i know this is specific but i think he likes girls with dimples
this si so random lmao
he just gives the vibe of it
also.. ROCK BF 🔛🔝
he probably made you learn some guitare's compositions and touched your fingers to place them right
he said something like :
"yeah touch them like when i touch your cunt at night", *smirks*.
and then he purpusoly sensually touch the guitar's wires
he loves getting you all red and flustereted
he likes nice girls, not a fond of brats
he whimpers and groans a lot
he likes it when you're on top of him and that he's sitting
he holds you by the waist while you're "trying" to take it all in
lol
omg when you finished fucking he doesn't take it out yet
he rubs your back and hugs you while he'll eventually take it out
then you rest for 20 minutes, cuddling next to eachother and he runs his fingers throught your hair and touches your back up and down
he often does aftercare by cuddling right after sex
he'll let you shower by yourself and then when you come back in a towel
he would have already change the sheets and took some snacks
so that you spend time together, in a clean way 🧐
he's into little actions
he likes offering flowers, coffees and little notes
aww i'm imagining him at your door with tulipes <3
HE'S SECRETLY A BIG ROMANTIC
your relationship with him is so much more than sex
not that you don't have sex (on the contrary)
but it's something secondary in your relationship
he's a guitare player, romantic, kiss lover, long haired bf 😮💨
literally my type 🤭
author's note : hello anonyme!! thank you so much for requesting and i'm really glad you like my writing!! you're too sweet 😙
aaarghh i love you so much for telling me this 💕 i'm so happy!!
thanks y'all (we're getting close to 100 followers btw 🤭)
love yaaaaa!! 💕💕
#tokio hotel#headcanons#smut#headcanon#georg listing#reader x georg listing#georg listing smut#georg listing bf
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what do you like most about Juvia? and what's your favorite ship of Juvia (with someone?)
OHHH JUVIA... JUVIA.... I complain a lot about her, especially the way she's written post series 1 😭 I'm not a big fan of her obsession with Gray (& how that's her entire personality now 😨) BUT YEAH shes still one of my favorites;;;;;
It's mainly her idea / concept / potential that i fell in love with, which sadly never got explored much in the series, BUT here's a list of stuff I loved about her canonically in no particular order (+ the ships);
Her backstory and her arc during Phantom Lord. I lovee how her and Gray's fight was resolved, I'm so happy she finally got to see a clear and bright sky after YEARS of thinking she'll never see it because of how awfully she's been treated by people around her for something she couldn't control, I think it was beautiful!!! And she definitely deserved it!!!! I could relate to it a lot too 😭
She LOVES her friends as much as everyone else in FT does, it just doesn't seem like it because of her. Thing. With calling people her "love rival," at least before series 2. ->
The series' first ever unison raid being hers and Lucys??? ICONIC. I'M GOING TO BITE A TABLE. Her self sacrifice to get Cana out of Freed's jutsu shiki??? DEVASTATINGLY SWEET. Getting Gajeel to join her in Fairy Tail because she was worried he wouldn't find / be accepted in any other guild??? ALSO REALLY SWEET, GOD. Her team ups with Lisanna during Tenrou and Alvarez??? VERY CUTE 10/10 WE NEED MORE.
If it isn't obvious enough, she actually does have a really cute and funny character (As long as shes not doing anything relating to Gray for once)!!!! And I love that contrast between her new brighter and more cheery personality and her older, quiter and depressed one. Its really sweet. I love her character arc a lot ok. I love how she actually doesnt like swimming despite her element being water and how shes awful at baking!!!! Go girl!!! Give us nothing!!! I lovee how shes not above doing anything dumb with her friends (Like with Gajeel, especially) shes fun I miss her ☝️
Her design(s) ??? Have you seen her??? She's serving 24/7. A unique silhouette every time too. Phantom Lord fit? A slay, a definitive classic, love the europe-ness of it, really fits her constant rain thing she had going on. The teru teru bozu on her was adorable and sad at the same time. So good she came back to wearing it after Edolas Arc (this was apparently a warning). Her outfit once she joins Fairy Tail??? ADORABLE! THE DRESS WAS UNIQUE!! THE SHORT HAIR WAS A SLAY. I'd say it counts as a 'meaningful hair cut' even when we never got to see her cut it or why she did but narratively it did show that she was starting a new life 🫶 I dont think i need to say much about her fits after Tenrou, they look really good and comfy 😌 And I love her long hair too, not as much as her short hair but its cute how it kinda looks like water, intentional or not. Shes one of the few women in FT who hasn't come down with a nasty case of 'Mashima's Same Face Syndrome Post GMG' but she was still affected by it. Also i love her long boots and furs..
Phantom Lord Juvia was reallyy cool too, before she got a redemption and all. Look at her!!! How powerful and mysterious she seemed!!!! The dark blues / black outfit... the rain following her wherever she goes, how she was one of the strongest people in Phantom, again, the teru teru bozu, her constantly stone cold face, dark eyes, how ominous she was- she was Leaking 'Power' at that point and I kinda miss her intimidating presence :( I love how scary she was and could be sometimes
Her arc with Meredy,,, I dont know how to articulate my thoughts on their fight nor am i confident enough that the stuff im thinking of actually happened / was there (Like her recognizing that Meredys situation was awful, did Juvia even ever learned about her past??) (Been a while since I rewatched/read it, my bad) but the hug did stood out to me. Usually the fights would end with someone or both or more on the floor / ground, regardless of the characters, but this time Juvia just hugs her, and Meredy cries and its just ??? 🥹🥹🥹 AND THEY HUG EVERYTIME THEY SEE EACHOTHER AFTER A LONG TIME TOO AFTER THAT,,, ITS REALLY CUTE... also i think its cool that Mashima changed it so it ended like that because of a flood that happened.
Her magic seems really flexible and awesome, no wonder she was part of the elemental four and an S-class candidate- Girl!! She's weaponizing pressurized water!!! You can't just get hit by them and expect yourself to be okay just because its water!!! She could just drown people soo easily using waterlock or send them back MILES using. That attack I forgot the name of. She could just "disappear" by turning into puddle and reappear and surprise people the same way!!!! You cant attack her using physical objects, it would just phase through her!!!! She can flood entire arenas!!!!! The fact that should apparently control the temperature / heat of the water too!?? Girl!!! Use it more!!!! Hate how it was shown once during phantom but never mentioned again, that would've been so useful. Mashima knew she would've been unstoppable if she was used to her fullest potential so she was nerfed like every other characters whos ever gotten a redemption.
Okay apparently i like her more than I thought. Let's not mention the stalking bit. I think its creepy. But yeah!!! Love her character!!
As for ships, I'm not that picky with ships involving her (Reason being im never sure if i ship them for romantic reasons or if its because i think they wouldve been funny), just make sure it isn't Gray, also I tend to ship her with women more & headcanon that shes a lesbian!
My favorites are obviously luvia (Lucy) and lisvia (Lisanna) or lulivia (POLYCULE‼️‼️) I just think they're neat and like really sweet aauagh. Something about these two girls accepting her almost immediately, how they like talking about love a lot, Lucy & Lisanna teaching her how to bake, the beach trips, the sleepovers would've been legendary..... so would the dates.......... think about it,,, The iconic-ness of the first ever unison raid from luvia.... the Juvia/Lisanna team up during tenrou.... the spite from shipping something against the majority of the fandom,,,,, Come down here into this cellar with me...
I also like ervia a lot, they have a lot of potential!! I wish we got to see them spar 1 on 1, like before tenrou? Also the scene where Erza conforts her after she failed to give the scarf to Gray 🥹🥹??? Cana and Juvia are also funny and they have GREAT chemistry in canon, most tensioned filled Juvia ship ever & im surprised its not right behind Gruvia as the fandoms favorite Juvia ship.
Lyvia also wouldve been cool!!! I love whenever 2 characters are unhealthy and obsessed with one another, and lyvia could've been that had Juvia reciprocated his feelings. Also seems better than gruvia. Lyon doesn't actually stalk her hes just a simp whenever he spots her.
Meredy/Juvia is cute too (AFTER the timeskip) idk they're adorable. I think the FTGKMR card of Meredy wearing Juvia's clothes sold me on this, because lets be honest if she was wearing Lyon's outfit, the whole fandom would've screeched as well 🙄 you've seen their reaction towards Lucy wearing Natsus vest thing, let me have this. But yeah i see it Less as romantic and more just best friends. Not quite mother/daughter or siblings because i never got the chance to think of it that way too much while watching (Thanks to the timeskip immediately after tenrou too)
Aquarius and Juvia would've been neat to see more of, especially when they got along SO WELL during the short amount of time they talked in the celestial spirit realm 😭 This is kinda a joke ship but yeah i do like it :)
Navia and gajuvia are cool too 👍 They're are getting up to no good!!! Again, i see them more as friends than lovers but I see the appeal.
Also heres the meredy card im talking about in case you want to see:
#nillas#asks#Anon#fairy tail#juvia lockser#THANK YOU FOR THIS ASK I LOVE JUVIA A LOT I THINK SHES COOL 👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍#anti gruvia#<- filter reasons
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Hello!! I saw you write hcs and that your requests are open sooo, may I request some dating Macaque hcs?? Please and thank you! Have a nice day ^^
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Hello 🌙🌺 anon !! Thanks for reading my master list ^^
But anyway..here is your request :DD
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Dating headcanons for the warrior monkey macaque !! <33
( and again don't mind mk here )
( sorry off topic here but HOW DO THEY DRAW THOSE LEGO HANDS?? )
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- Category: headcanons
- Fandom: LMK
- S/O gender: gender neutral
You and macaque probably met at his shadow play, since you don't really see this often you didn't want to miss the opportunity so you decided to watch his shadow play
After the play was finished you went to the person playing the shadow play, it was macaque, you started having a conversation and talking about your likes and dislikes ( in macaque's disguise ofc hehe )
Macaque used to think that you were just another fan of his shadow play and wanted to talk about it but the more he listens to you the more he falls for you more ( but he DOESN'T know 😨 )
Macaque recommended for you to come again and you agreed and you gave him your phone number, NOW THIS IS WHERE THE RELATIONSHIP STARTS DJSJSJJA
Let's just say we skipped forward time and now you're in a relationship with the emo monkey ! :D
Since you both are now in a relationship, you're gonna have to expect a lot of texts if you're doing okay and if you don't reply the entire day he starts finding you in the shadows
The emo monkey is overprotective, trust me he is. He is gonna do anything and everything to protect what he loves even if it means getting possessed by LBD or getting used by LBD, and he'll also try to stay you away from men hehe >:3
You're gonna have to reassure him that you won't leave him ( because he has abandonment issues hehe ) and that you'll always be there for him and that you won't leave his side. And if you were also feeling sad he would reassure that he would always be there to comfort you <3
And trust me when I say this but...in the outside you might see him as this cheeky, mysterious, goofy ahh emo monkey but in the inside he has both abandonment issues and insecure issues
And if you were wondering "WHERE ARE THE FLUFF? WHERE ARE THE GIGGLES AND LAUGHS AND CUDDLES??" WELL DON'T WORRY DEAR ANON I HAVE THE SOLUTION
Macaque isn't the one to sudden start cuddling out of nowhere but if you were to ask for cuddles he would let you cuddle him, but if it was him he would either randomly drag you to the couch, bed or anything comfy and cuddle WITHOUT ANY REASON or he will just make you stop what your doing and cuddle with you in somewhere comfy
If you were gonna go out to buy stuff or just wanted to go out he would either come with you or use a shadow to follow you around ( LMAO JWSJJWJW )
PLS JUST PLS BRUSH HIS DAMN FUR MAKE HIM FEEL COMFORTABLE AROUND YOU AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, HELL EVEN FLUFF HIS FUR UP AHHSHSJSJSKSJSJJ
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Sorry if it's rather short..but I really did enjoy this !!
Hope you like this 🌙🌺 anon !! <33
#lego monkie kid#super robot monkey team hyperforce go#lmk macaque#lmk x reader#thanks for the ask!#thanks for reading#lego macaque#lego monkie kid macaque#lmk six eared macaque
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Hallo guys, i havn't really posted here before (which is going to change) so i've decided to breifly introduce myself!
My name is Moss and i use they/them pronouns. I absolutely adore getting nicknames so feal free giving me some, they dont have to relate to my name either! I am infact also one of them queers aswell😨 (i heart emoji women)
Anyways heres a bit about me! I am neurodivergent, i have dyslexia, adhd and potentially austism aswell. I do boogie boarding and am in the process of learning to surf aswell. Sometimes i do art, i may post it here some day. Im a writer, although i don't upload my fics often as i can never seem to finish anything i start😭 and lastly i use a lot of emojis while typing, my texting style has been described as "moist" before by @irothethird and a few others😔
Some of the things i will be posting about on this page (outside of interacting with my freinds) are my hyperfixations!!! And you may be wondering "what are your hyperfixations, i cant read minds stupid🙄" and to that i say SHUT IM GETTING TO IT😢
Here is a list of some of my main hyperfixations right now:
●sally face
●south park
●The black phone
●music
I have a few more ill likely post a lottle bit about but those are just my main ones😊
I have been into sally face for about 6 years, i first found it in 2016 when only the first chapter was out and have been hooked ever since. I info dump about it a lot so expect that from me in future!
South park is my main interest right now, i got into it from the tiktok pipeline and am in the process of watching the whole show with my Dad. I very much love the characters tweek, craig, stan, kyle and kenny; i also heart the other guys too☺️ im fairly new to the fandom aswell!
The black phone is one of my favourite movies, i love reading fics feom this fandom too. The "fix it aus" and the crack text fics are literally my thearapy frfr. I have litteraly so much to say about this movie oh my life😭 anyways i heart finney blake frfr!!!
And finally we have MUSIC✨️✨️✨️ which personally is my favourite hyperfixation🤭🤭 i listen to most genres of music although i especially like indie, grunge, rock, goth, whatever it is that sidewalks and skeletons is and much much more. Last year on my spotify wrapped i listened to 87 different genres aswell as 171,200 minutes of music, i plan to get more minutes this year. Some of my favourite artsists are Lana Del Rey, Glass Animals, Melanie Martinez and lots of others. I have lots of themed playlists on my spotify so its definitely worth checking it out😻 i will be posting a mini article about my weekly music stats and updates too, so keep an eye out for that😘😋
Anyways thats enough about my interests for now😓 feal free to ask me anything, doesnt have to be relayed to my interests either!! You can expect me to be much more active on here now aswell; anyways cant wait to start interacting with people!!
My spotify:
(Go to my linktree in my bio for more of my socials)
#introductory post#neurodiversesquad#dyslexia#queer#sally face#sal fisher#the black phone#finney blake#south park#music#music recs#music recs please#lets be moots#lets be mutuals#get to know me
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I saw Night Swim today,
and I gotta say, I was pleasantly surprised. I didn't think it was going to be super scary, being PG-13, but it got me not once but twice! And I'm a sucker for a good jump scare 😱 It was really tense at times, like I had to unclench my everything a few times. I really liked how it played into the "what's under the surface" fear 😨 🏊♀️ and there always seemed to be a little extra something to look for.
The story was good, and everything seemed to have a purpose and moved everything along. There were a few holes, but I only say that because I was in the theater doing some Mystery Science Theater 3000 bits and giggling while throwing out, what I would consider, great one-liners. 👍🏻 so I was looking a bit harder for things to tease about than usual 😅
I don't want to give anything away for anyone wanting to see this movie, but I will say there was a lot of predictability. Again, it would be great as an introduction into this genre, more than something cutting edge and instrumental to horror.
Grading as a film I'd normally watch, it's a ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️6/10 for me. It was good, it truly was, but it just didn't hold up to some of the scaries I've seen in the past.
Would I watch it again? Honestly. Yeah, I probably will at one point with my nieces
Would I recommend it? I definitely do! Although, I will say, I was glad I got discount tickets. But don't not see it because of that! Put it on your list at least to think about it
Does it need a sequel? I don't think so. I'm sure they'd find a way. But I really don't think so
Would I see the sequel? Probs, just to see how they'd do it, but I would wait until it streaming if you catch my drift.
Let me know what you think!
#film review#horror review#night swim#horror#scary movies#scary#blumhouse#horror movies#horror movie review#movie review
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pls pls pls do share some fic recs im still kinda new here on tumblr 🤲
Nonnie, I love you 😭 bc nothing gives me more joy than sharing fics. like when I'm not posting art I'm just here reading fics.
I recommend checking out networks (most fic blogs will have them listed on their navigation/somewhere on their blog) or their own fic rec tags. I found most fics that way but simply searching ‘fandom + genre’ yields really good results too!
I found lots of my fave fics through @ficscafe bc their themed masterlists make it easy for me to find a specific genre I want to read about (ex: ceo au or e2l) they're also multifandom so they have a good catalogue under their belt!
More fic recs under the cut!
I'm not sure what fandom you followed me for, nonnie, so I'll list something a bit more multi fandom. Atm, I'm reading tons of Seventeen fics bc that's my current obsession rn 💗
warning: most fics might containt angst! if that's not your cup of tea, still check out the writers' blogs bc they'll most likely have something that fits your reading mood 💗
@starlightxsvt ‘s storms and confessions. I love me a classic enemies to lovers office au fic and this one delivers! Especially bc I'm a bit too head over heels in love with one Joshua Hong. I remember kicking my feet into the air as I'm reading bc you can feel the progress they make in that short window and how one bad event can do an entire 180. Also the chemistry is good, you can feel it!
@viastro ’s memories that resemble you. I CRIED. This will punch you in the heart but 10x more lethal. You have to read it yourself bc I can only explain a fraction of what I felt reading it like I was full on sobbing whimpering probably cried myself to sleep with my eyes all puffed up. It's tragic but beautiful. warning: major character death
another viastro fic but what can I say, they're one of my fave writers on this site. In a span of three months. If that Chan fic I recommended above did not do it for you, this one literally broke me. I had to pause in between bc my heart was getting crushed! I think this was my first fic from them too and oh my god, was it a journey.
@solarwonux ‘s cherry and sunflower. This is a pair but read cherry first as it serves as a prequel to sunflower. On one hand you have angst, the other you have fluff. I read this when I was in the middle of sorting out feelings for my old bias and it lowkey hit so well 😭 you can never go wrong with soulmate aus too so—
@svtntntn ‘s breaking news. GRIPPING MY HEAD IN HANDS I STILL THINK ABOUT THIS FIC DAILY. I love love superhero au’s bc I had a really intense DC/Marvel/YJ phase back in the day. it's very superman homage but you know how usually superhero fics are kind of dark, this one is much lighter and has humor and it's cute and surprise, surprise! Guess who also had a big heart for Seokmin!!
@blossom-hwa ‘s breathe, and live. This is a certified classic in my recommendeds like you have to listen to me when I tell you to read this regardless if you're having a bad day or not bc this series will instantly make any day 10x brighter. You will thank me after your skin becomes healthier and you'll be glowing bc this fic saves lives! single dad!Chan is like my kryptonite and this was like super chef's kiss! and the interactions between the kids and the parents are so heartwarming like GRIPPING MY HANDS FROM THE CUTENESS!
@skzsauce01 ‘s 1000 roses. This made me so giddy aaaa hahaha thinking about it. I love dorky Chan so much. like re-reading this makes me giddy bc it's so cute 😂💗 tickles like first love but you're a theatre kid.
@crispy-chan ‘s maze of memories. one of the more longer reads but you will not regret it! Jas writes with the tension hot under your seat and I vividly remember holding my breath every update bc you'll never know what will happen next like experiencing this while it was incomplete was an absolute journey! esp bc I remember reading it over the summer and I was like 😨😰🫣 every time the maze changes also wolfgang!Chan vibes had me on a tight grip!
@decembermoonskz ‘s of letters and potions. Another fluffy Chan fic though Daffodils is one of my fave fics from Izzy's catalogue, but I recommended much angst I need to balance it with fluff. As a magic au enthusiast, this is one of my fave ones bc the letter confessions are absolutely adorable :((
last rec for this round (in case anyone asks me for recs), I'd like to round it off with @because-of-a-friend ‘s time travel series (I linked Joshua's to stay on brand jk// it has each member's part in the a/n section but no mini masterlist)
I love bulleted fics a lot bc they're easy to digest and good for nights when I need something quick or something that doesn't make me think too much like oneshots or multi-chaptered fics do. and each time travel part has such a unique story behind them. Personally, Infind Seungkwan's the most interesting bc his s/o also time jumps.
and that's it for now!
#Fic recs#hmmm might make a fic rec tag for fics I can reblog here#Most of the time they're on my main lol#💌 you’ve got mail#I hope you enjoy these anon!
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Since lavender is my favorite color and scent I can be lavender anonie 🥰. I’m 21 btw! I feel like I should always say age just for peeps sake but the way after every jjk episode I have to go watch free! (Season 2 specifically aka the best season) bc I keep thinking about the future of what’s to come (I’m caught up in the manga) and I just go 0-0
ALSO I’m so happy you post bleach too :0 I’m on like episode 308 and I’m reading it and even though I haven’t finished (I know the whole arcs bc I’m not spoiler sensitive really) it’s what I think got me REALLY REALLY into anime 🤓 who’s your fave bleach character? Mine is Urahara bc I’m a SUCKER for wet napkin loser men like him. I also feel like I sound so insane right now I’m a huge rambler especially since irl I have no one to weeb to over the bleach lore and how aizen and Urahara to me are similar parallels to gojo and geto in the sense that both groups have these ideals that they want for the greater good (soul king versus jujutsu society) and the villains on both side have some frustration against their counter bc of their strength and intelligence but they seemingly “don’t do anything” even they also want a greater good ANYWAY AH SORRY TO RAMBLE MORE
Aww how lovely!! Lavender Anonie 💖 it is then! :D Good to know you are not underage (even though I don't post a lot nsfw) but it is good to know just in case I post something or say something 👍. We all need our comfort something after an intense episode or chapter.... especially if we know what is coming... jjk ep 4 and onwards...😭 and the manga right now 😨. Damn... we only had 3 episodes of happiness.
YAASSSS BLEACHH!!! I'm so glad we have another one in common! bleach was the anime that got me into anime and my first ever physical volume and also what got me into reading manga. So bleach holds a special place in my heart. Ep 308! you have 58 to finish! :D. My list of top 5 hahah (don't make me choose just one because I can't XD) 1) Byakuya, Urahara, Aizen, Jugram and Grimmjow 💖. What other characters are your faves? from what other anime/manga? I'm curious to see if we have more faves in common!
OOHHH niceeee i never thought about it but you have a point there!! there are some similarities between those 4! I always find it interesting when there is a "battle" of ideals and see how people follow them and the decision they make. + those 4 are also hot as hell 😎💖 hahahah.
#whenever you have that feeling of sharing info especially if irl you can't.. don't hesitate to leave your thoughts here 😉#ramble ramble rambleeeee!! moreeeeeeee :)#im all ears! 👍#lavender anonie💜
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Thunderbirds meet Thunderbirds: The Rewrite.
- Chapter 3 -
I AM SO SORRY GUYS! 😨🤦♀️I completely forgot to post this yesterday 😰(Okay Yesterday was only hour and a half ago but still!! If i didn’t have such a bad sleep schedule, who knows when i would of remembered? 😅)
Okay, enough of me despairing over this, here’s the fic; i hope you guys enjoy!
(Also huge thanks again to @janetm74 for bata reading this ❤ and @tsarinatorment for letting me ramble to her while i was writing this here fic XD)
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There was just no way to explain how the boy, or whoever made the suit, knew what Thunderbird Three looked like, Virgil thought as he sat down in his pilot seat, looking around his beautiful bird, his mind somewhere else.
Probably with that weird boy…
There weren't many pictures of Thunderbird Three out there, so how did they know? It was really puzzling and confusing, not to mention troubling. But as he started his pre-flight checks, those troubling thoughts slipped from his mind.
Only to reappear again once he was finished and had nothing else to focus on, which was just great, Virgil thought with a groan, running his hand down his face. Why was there a kid running around in a weird International Rescue uniform?
This whole situation was doing his head in...
“Pre-flights check done, Virgil?” His father asked firmly, entering the cockpit with Gordon. “I want to get home as fast as possible, this whole rescue has gone off the rails..”
Virgil grimaced but nodded, “They’re done, Father…”
“Good...” Their father took the co-pilot seat next to him, sounding disgruntled, obviously worried about what could happen because of this boy in blue. “We have lots to talk about at debrief, I don’t want any of you boys missing it, understand?”
“FAB...” Both he and Gordon replied, knowing better than to test their father when he was in this kind of mood. (Unlike Alan)
The flight home was quiet and filled with tension, the blond boy in blue on all of their minds.
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Scott pov
“- and Gordon and I moved the debris, making a gap big enough for me and the hover stretcher to fit through..” Virgil reported, standing in front of Dad’s desk in his flight suit.
Their Dad’s office was in command and control mode, the mural on the wall displaying each of them in their uniform, behind the pictures were their lists which took them down to the hangars and change rooms.
John was on the video chat, listening to the debrief from Thunderbird Five. Their father was sitting at his desk, regarding them with a stern, no-nonsense. Brains was standing in the corner, writing down notes on his notepad.
Gordon was sitting down on the couch, his elbows leaning forward against his knees as he listened to Virgil’s report, adding in his own bits every so often. Gordon’s back must have been hurting him, he'll have to chase him up about that later...
Scott was standing next to Dad in pride of place as their father’s second in command, his arms crossed against his chest. As International Rescue’s field commander, he was very interested in hearing this report...
And they were finally getting to the part that they all wanted to hear...
“Once I reached the young male, I noticed that he was in fact a kid and very much alive..” Virgil continued, a frown set deep on his face. “I noticed that the helmet he was wearing was -“
“Wait, wait, wait, Virgil hold up…” John interrupted, sounding very confused and disturbed. They all turned to look at the monitor where John’s video feed was being broadcast. “Did I just hear you right, a kid? All the info I have says there shouldn’t have been a kid there for miles…”
“You didn’t hear me wrong John, the boy was definitely under eighteen.” Virgil sighed, his shoulders dropping as he continued, “I would even go as far as to say he was under sixteen as well…”
Scott frowned, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, feeling the uncomfortable tension in the room. He didn’t like that a child had been involved in any of this mess, let alone stuck in that laboratory fire.
If Virgil hadn’t spotted the kid…well, that boy would be dead.
“Virgil, continue your report…” Dad clicked his pen, leaning back in his chair with a troubled frown. “And don’t leave anything out, I want to hear everything that happened…”
“Yes, Father…” Virgil nodded with a sigh, taking a deep breath and continuing, “as I was saying, his helmet was damaged, which led me to believe he could have suffered a head injury...”
The rest of Virgil’s report went without interruptions as Virgil explained how he and Gordon secured the kid for transport and realised that something fishy was going on.
“He was wearing some kind of futuristic suit, I’d never seen anything like it,” Virgil explained with a bewildered sigh, “that alone was weird but then Gords pointed out the…well Thunderbird patch…”
“Thunderbird... Patch?” John raised an eyebrow.
Gordon sighed, sitting up straighter, “It had Thunderbird Three, and the words ‘International Rescue’ on it…” Gordon explained, his brown eyes serious with the gravity of the situation. “Plus his.. Sash, I think? Had IR on it…”
Scott swallowed thickly. He really didn’t like this at all.
“It was nothing like our uniforms but at the same time…” Virgil grimaced, uncomfortable with the implications.
“Disturbingly familiar…”
That was a nice way of putting it, Scott thought, glancing to their dad for guidance because this whole situation made him uneasy.
“What concerns me is that it’s Thunderbird Three they used and not one of the other birds…” Dad added with a frown, tapping his pen against the table.
“It-it s-sh-should hav-have been i-im-impossible to get th-that inf-information Mr Tracy...” Brains stuttered, a very troubled expression on his face. “We w-would have b-been no-notif- Informed if anyone br-broke into our systems..”
Dad hummed softly, staring at his desk in thought, “Which is another reason for concern…”
“And even if they got ahold of a photo somehow.” Scott added, “it shouldn’t be that detailed…”
It was all sorts of troubling really…
“How do we even know if this kid is the only one involved?” John asked, blond eyebrows creased in concern. “Because I find it hard to believe that a kid could find that kind of information, or build that suit, on his own…”
“I agree…” Dad nodded, his eyes sharp as he stared forward, thinking, “This isn’t just a fanboy playing dress up, it's too elaborate for that…”
That was the truth, that uniform the kid had been wearing wasn’t something one could just make in their backyard.
It was not homemade at all, everything about it screamed high tech and quality. Plus the uniform was much more than just a uniform, there were all sorts of equipment and technology intertwined into the suit.
Some of which Scott had never seen before...
“But why impersonate us in the first place?” Virgil asked as he sat down on the couch next to Gordon, leaning back with an exhausted look on his face. “Or even go through all that effort, just to make a uniform that doesn’t even look like ours?”
Honestly, this whole situation would be easier if the kid had just been wearing an exact copy of their flight suit, Scott thought; rubbing his tired eyes. Dad’s eyes flickered to him for a second.
“Or why was he in that laboratory in the first place?” Gordon yawned, looking like he needed a good wash and sleep, “You guys don’t think he started the fire do you?”
“Well, he was very close to where the fire started…” Scott commented stiffly, not liking the idea of someone that was basically wearing their symbol of hope, going around and causing fires, killing people in the process.
If the kid had started the fire, well…
Get the soap out now, because he had some not-so-nice words to say about the whole shit show…
TBC
#Virgil Tracy#Scott Tracy#alan tracy#Gordon Tracy#jeff tracy#John Tracy#thunderbirds#thunderbirds are go#thunderbirds 2004#thunderbirds meet thunderbirds#thunderbirds fanfiction
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this is a short(?) story i wrote about an alternate universe in which europe doesn’t exist. you might like it <3
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Heartworm 2023 / Cancer In America (FINAL VERSION)
CLASSIC EDITION - REDO
my first story rewritten for apparently the fourth time. but i can tell. this one’s the keeper. mostly bc a lot of generations ii and iii are just edited versions of the 2022 ones but whatevs lmao enjoyyyyyyy ✨✨✨💀😭😭✋🏼✋🏼🍠🍠👢👢👢👍👍👍❤️❤️💖💖😂😂😂😂💖💖😂😂💖😂😂💖😂😂😢😂😂😨
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PRELUDE …AND THEN THERE WERE TWO
Let me take you back to March 1927, in a small town in Germany, nowadays called List. All the residents currently living there were gifted, or perhaps cursed, by the birth of a wonderful baby, a son to a young couple trying to make their way through life. This boy was a very special boy and had all his chances to do whatever he wanted as a child, but stayed with the rules and the rules only. Did this truly benefit him or, like, anyone? Find this out for yourself.
At the age of two, he got a job as the spokesman of a nearby toy factory called “SpaßZeit”. It was founded and run by two elderly-aged brothers, Karl and Leon. This company was very famous in West Europe but if you weren’t in that specific area in that specific time period, you won’t have heard about them.
At the time young Konnor got this job, underwater, close to a volcano near a Sicilian village, another baby boy was born, brought to consciousness in an abandoned sea-ville. This boy, soon to be called Oscar, got onto land at around one year of age. He says he doesn’t remember much of the rest of his history, but other times when asked, he’ll go silent, avert his eyes, and leave the room.
Konnor got his parents considerable money over the next few years up until he was orphaned in a freak car accident, his parents drunk driving off a bridge on the way home from a meeting at Spaßzeit.
He and his little sister, Henrietta, stayed at the factory while the two brothers, growing old, nearly burnt themselves building what would’ve been the world’s first animatronic that they called Busterdog. In fact, those two walked right out of the fire without a scratch! Konnor escaped alive, but didn’t think to get Henrietta. Legend says, she apparently fused with or melted into the animatronic. Allegedly, Konnor saw something exit the fire, but it didn’t look like her. Anyways, the next month, on the turn of 1941, the smoke from the fire was still being run out. It was considered toxic, and no one was allowed near the site. The eldest brother (Karl) passed away from an unknown cause and the government was convinced the smoke and ashes carried some kind of virus. The citizens tried to resist, but a lockdown was enforced in 1942. Everyone’s lives in that town became somewhat dystopian from this point forward.
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GENERATION I
PART 1 …FUN TIMES
A 12-year-old boy walked into List. He was very rugged and dirty, but had well intentions. His shirt had holes in it and was an off-putting shade of white and his flood pants were nearly shorts that matched the brown shoe that he had. This boy was Oscar, no last name (known to him, at least). He was going to turn thirteen this year soon. He had been taken care of by an unknown woman for over a year before she mysteriously died when he was six and, missing the ability to relax in a safe home, he wanted to apply for a foster family. In order to do so, he had to go to the Krankenhaus and test and get a vaccine for the disease Blorgschnecke, and it affected mainly teens. In the waiting line, he grabbed an article of the local newspaper instead of watching Tokio Jokio on the little Fernseher. He didn’t know much about the current events. He was, in fact, homeless. He had been living mostly behind a dumpster for about two years.
Konnor was having an awful day, as he was applying for a foster family that probably wouldn’t love him and his birthday present from the universe was a Q-tip up his nose and a needle full of toxic chemicals to counter the ones already in his system.
Oscar was the only one not wearing a mask in the line. Everyone else was angry at him. Finally, one man spoke out and everyone started yelling at him. He was confused, as he could not hear what they were saying. Konnor noticed this and told everyone to take their masks off because they were becoming useless: most people in line had them around their chins.
While a riot formed in the street and buildings crashed, Oscar and Konnor stared at each other, flabbergasted, from across the crowd.
———
The next week, the two met in the woods. The government was getting worse every day and gangs were forming that would publicly loot and murder civilians.
They talked for a long time, and they agreed that for the next couple weeks, they should stay somewhere to protect each other. They went searching for a suitable shelter to temporarily stay for the time being. Most places were either taken or, more commonly, past the point of repair. The two finally settled on a cave just south of the mountains.
It was very empty there, and the cave didn’t go deep. Oscar also pointed out that there was an old man to come with the cave. When asked what he was talking about, he turned around and pointed at the surviving Fun Times brother, Leon. He was not aging well, and he had heart problems that showed. He looked up at Konnor like he was an angel.
He said, “Ah! How you gave me such a fright!” They slowly hugged. Leon was tired, yet Konnor wanted to ask questions. “How come you didn’t talk to anyone after Karl passed away?”
“Oh, Konnor. Those legends are crazy. Then again, who knows what could have come out of the alliance of the Dark A…”
Konnor awaited patiently for the end of the pause, but soon enough realized it wasn’t an intentional pause.
The man suddenly couldn’t speak. It seemed he was choking, but he didn’t have anything in his mouth. He looked like he was trying to pry hands off his throat but there was nothing there. In fact, very soon, there was nothing there.
Konnor tried to see if he had a pulse while Oscar rubbed his forehead in disappointment, saying “Why does this have to happen to every old person we meet?”
Konnor continued to panic.
“How could this happen?! Help!”
“Maybe it’s Sinbad or So White and the three Coyotes,” Oscar pithily pointed out.
“Have you tried checking his pockets?” “What could be in there? How would that even help?! Get in your head!” “Just check them.” Konnor kneeled back down and, shaking, reached his hands into the old man’s pockets, to find a folded up piece of paper. It seemed like a note. “Give it to me.” Konnor refused and kept it to himself. They started wrestling on the floor. They got each other in a lock and Oscar quickly grabbed the note. He unfolded it. “Well? What does it say?” “It says, stay away from two things in life. The evil robot, and the.. beast of the night? What, like a dragon or something?” “I have a question.” “What?” “How did you know to reach in his pockets?” “I’m from a place where it’s actually… customary to look in dead people’s pockets. “Where are you from, then?” “I… oh, look! A dead body! We should get that out of the cave before the police get us!” “Okay…”
They shoved the body outside of the cave and rolled it off a cliff. “Glad to see that old man gone,” said Konnor. “Really? I thought you liked him.” “Naw, all he ever did was burn down a factory trying to build a dog from scratch.”
PART 2 …MORE FUN TIMES
“Well, if we’re gonna eat anything, we’d better set up a fire and get some meat.” “Who elected you leader of this outfit?” “You don’t have a last name! How am I supposed to trust you?” “I know how to make hollandaise sauce.” “Do you even have parents?!” “Why do you need to know?” “I doubt you even have a family.” “What about it? What about yours, Konnor?” There was some silence.
“I’ll only get into mine… if you get into yours.” “Fine, I’ll get some kindling.” “Mm hmm. I’ll hunt whatever I can.”
When Oscar came back with kindling and a little dagger from in the middle of the woods, Konnor also came back with two dead pigs. They had a big meal that night.
The next day, Oscar took one of the bigger bones and, intending to make a broth, boiled it in water along with some random spices. He got curious when the whole batch turned blue and started bubbling. He took it off the fire and drank some. It tasted nice. Nothing happened. He heard a loud noise coming from the cave entrance.
He ran over and Konnor was sitting nearby. “Konnor. What was that?” “What was… what?”
“That noise, just now!” “I didn’t hear anything.” “It was coming from this room.” “Look, we need more firewood, and I’m busy finding leftover steel to make helmets and that kind of stuff.” “Swords, too.”
Oscar walked over and tried to open the entrance like he normally did, but it was stuck.
Konnor went to open it for him and see himself in even more glory, but it was stuck no matter how hard they tried to open it. This was bad, this was very bad.
Oscar ran back to the kitchen and the pot where the potion-like broth once was was now empty and there was little to no sign of spillage on the floor. Oscar began to feel very dizzy and uneasy and collapsed without warning on the kitchen floor.
PART 3 …VISITORS
Oscar had experienced some changes since the kitchen incident and become paranoid and even more malnourished.
He kept trying to make a potion that would “undo the curse”.
He had boarded off the original place where he made the cursed potion and would sometimes inhale too many fumes and forget entire hours of time.
While, along the way, he had made some interesting and wacky broths, he didn’t find a ratio of ingredients that was the same as before.
The two had been living together for months now and it was early 1943.
The two had managed to open the entrance, but it was very hard so they would keep it open all summer and closed all winter. Oscar had begun to make a potion book, documenting each “precise” combination. “Precise” meaning “a little bit” and “some” and “a lot”, of course.
Konnor began to regard Oscar as a wizard, and their roles in protecting the cave began to become clear. Konnor would hunt and make metal things, Oscar would make potions and do anything with wood, and they would both garden, which was especially hard since there wasn’t much natural light in a cave nor enough space to garden out front.
It would sometimes be tricky to keep this routine up, however, but only because sometimes Konnor would be tired or have injuries. Oscar was a good fighter when it came to beasts and such but still didn’t like the feeling he got when the enemy was dead or hurt, even when the enemy was particularly mad or evil.
Someone knocked on the entrance.
There were two people, a girl and a boy.
Konnor and Oscar invited them in and they opened the entrance from the outside, making it movable again.
The visitors, in uniforms of some sort, formally introduced themselves as Diana and Michael as they made their way through the
Diana said, “What are your names?” “Why are you asking?” “We have a warrant.” “From who?” “BND.” “This is a really bad time to come-“ “Well, regardless,” said Micheal, “we have been sent here by the German government, and you people are living in this cave without a telephone, housing license, and address.” Konnor pointed out, “How do we know you people aren’t scammers? You look a little young for the government.” Diana showed him a badge with a picture of an elderly man on it. Konnor said, “Wait. That’s not-“ Diana started fighting with him and Oscar ran away. Diana was good at karate but she spoke German, both confusing and bad news for Konnor. He threw hard punches but she was quick and dodged a considerable amount. Oscar ran back with the last potion he made and dumped it all on Diana without any warning. She disappeared as it was pouring. Michael was now gone too.
“Oscar…what did you do?!”
“That doesn’t matter right now.”
“Doesn’t it?!”
“You invited them in and I only defended you and that’s all I’m going to say about that. Don’t make me come over there and bludgeon you with this metal pot.”
Konnor went silent.
Oscar walked to the entrance and went outside.
Konnor immediately followed him out the door but when he looked around, Oscar wasn’t anywhere.
Oscar woke up on some leaves in the woods at midnight. It had been two weeks since the fight with Diana or…whatever her name was. He got up and saw some blood on his hands. He looked at the leaves below. They were also blood red. Blood was dripping down his front. He then looked around him. He could feel the trees looking at him, staring at him. He felt paranoid.
The trees told him it would be best to go and leave the woods behind. He obeyed something for once in his life and ran away.
He woke up in the passenger seat of a Volkswagen Beetle next to a guy who was a few years older than him. The moon began to go down. The driver said, “What were you doing out in the woods?” Oscar said, “Well, I’m not completely sure.”
“Oh, come on, it’s not like you were sleepwalking?” “I… really hope I was.” “And, if you weren’t?”
“It’s nothing. I think the question should be, why would you pick up an unconscious stranger from the woods at two A.M?” “I don’t know. You were bleeding from the head-” “I was?” Oscar felt his forehead and there was dried blood all the way down to the end of his nose. “Yes, you were. And you looked like a gang beat you up.” “Yeah. What’s your name?” “Brian Adams. Yours?” “Is this interrogation gonna go on any further?” “Look, just, where do you live?” “In a cave, only northeast of that abandoned bomb shelter.” “Got it.”
Oscar pressed his face against the window so that his nose was snow-white. He looked at the trees, and their leaves fell off. Their branches formed crosses and the clouds began to turn red. The clouds dripped a red liquid down onto the ground which grew plants. Oscar exclaimed, “Look at that!” “What is it? Show me.” They pulled over. Brian grinned. In real life, there were actually no blood plants and no crossed trees and no out-of-ordinary clouds.
The driver got out a knife. Oscar said, “This is weird. What do you think it is?” “I think… you’re one of them.” “One of who? Is it those Mexican guys who go around stealing earlobes? Because I have nothing to do with them.” “You’re one of the cursed ones.” “Huh?”
PART 4 …PLACEHOLDER ARC
The moment there was a flash of light, there was nothing.
The moment there was a vision, there was simple, plain, wandering blindness.
The moment there were bleeding vines, there was then a road.
Oscar was running down this road, covered in his own blood once again.
He ran into a Glundenheisten (grocery store) and started looking for scissors, a staple gun, matches, or anything else that could be used to fight Brian.
He lit a match but dropped it in the corner, five boxes of wafers now engulfed in flames. He was still looking for a blade of any kind and not acknowledging the safety hazard two feet away from himself.
That’s when an alarm went off in the building.
Policemen ran in and told everyone to find shelter. Konnor ran to Oscar and shouted in the midst of all the noise, “Why did you run away?!”
“The trees were telling me to!”
Konnor was enraged at this.
“You’re insane! The trees did not tell you to run away!”
“They did, too!”
“That doesn’t matter. We have to get OUT of here! Come on!”
“What’s all the commotion about, anyways?”
“A nuclear bomb is being fired at us!”
Oscar, who’d never seen or heard of a nuclear bomb, gazed in amazement out of the window, surrounded by chaos and fire.
“Huh,” he mumbled to himself.
“Will you look at that…”
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GENERATION II
PRELUDE …AWAKEN, DARLING
Welcome to September 1945, the perfect time of the year to live in America.
Just warm enough, orange trees, kids playing in the park, people waking up from comas…
Two who fell under this category were Konnor and Oscar, your favourite apocalyptic survivors.
I know what you must be thinking. Apocalyptic? What am I talking about?
You’ll see.
After this, there’s only one more generation, by the way, and then something really wild happens.
Beep, beep, beep.
Beep, beep, beep, beep.
Beep beep beep beep.
BeepBeepBeepBeBeBeepBeBeBeBeep.
BeeBeeBeeBeeBeeB-B-B-B-B-Beeeep.
The same way the hospital machines frantically press when heartbeats become faster, Konnor and Oscar jolted to consciousness in their beds.
“What year is this?”
“1945, sir.”
“We time travelled two years in the future?” Oscar didn’t know what to think.
“Only two? This sucks,” said Konnor.
The doctor said, “You didn’t miss anything. The war kept on going until a couple days ago.”
There was a note on their bedsides, it said, “BUSTERBLORG IS COMING”.
“Where are we?”
“Las Vegas, Nevada.”
“Oh. Well, we should be getting back now.”
“Back to where?” asked Konnor.
“Germany, of course!”
“And what business do we have there?” “Getting back our things, or at least the things that haven’t exploded anyways!”
“I’m pretty sure our cave will be covered in mould by now.”
“What about Buster?”
“What about him?”
“He was a robot! He could’ve sent the nukes!”
“Nuclear Bombs, and he’s probably been in the garbage disposal for a while now,” said Konnor confidently.
“Recycle, and he’s probably been after us for quite some time now,” said Oscar bitchily.
They got out of their beds, had their equipment taken off, and signed their checks as Johnny and Bobby.
PART 5 …DON’T BELIEVE IN YOURSELF
Jonathan and Carlo were people.
Okay… uh.. Good people or bad people?
Oh, yeah, I’ll tell you that later.
Jonathan was from Holland, an interesting place to be at the time. He was raised by loving parents who always stood side by side but one of them disappeared one day so Jonathan left to embark on a journey trying to find his mom and the phone charger she took with her. (Yes, I know, 1945, “at least be true to your own story”, okay, fine.) Jonathan met an older friend, Ray, they called him, and he owned a smoke shop. Carlo was born to a loving household in the Islands, out of which he got adopted because they couldn’t afford him anymore. He was then raised by somewhat strict French-Dutch parents who didn’t see him often. He ran away and started living behind a smoke shop, where Jonathan found him and they became friends who would sometimes buy eachother food and protect each other from the mobs.
They started to travel Europe and try and find a safe place to stay.
One day in Germany, Jonathan saw a rusty gate surrounding a torn building that said “Do Not Trespass! BND Only.” Jonathan trespassed, not being BND, just to see what the big deal was about an old building. What could be the matter?
He thought he saw something move in the ground. Its spikes poked out of the ground as it slithered like a snake, smoothly through the dry dirt. The dirt crumbled into rocks and clumps.
Oh, but this wasn’t a snake. It roared in his face, showing its terrifying fangs and eyes. He didn’t know what this thing was! He screamed and tried to run, but he tripped and fell.
He heard something else coming from inside the building.
He got up.
He then saw a humanoid shadow run away from behind the building.
He grabbed his camera and took pictures of the giant slithering creature and the shadow-like silhouette.
He ran away back home and told Carlo all about it, who told the newspapers.
Konnor and Oscar always checked the newspapers at the 99-cent Depot (there were no Glundenheistens in Las Vegas) in case Leon or Busterblorg showed up and they had to make a run for it. Konnor noticed an article about cases of strange, mutated animal sightings surrounding the 1941 Europe pandemic. There were theories of radiation. He told Oscar. They both knew they had to go back to Germany. This was not over.
———
Their cave had been mostly cleared out.
There was still the pot that was used to make potions, even though it was a tiny bit warped.
There was a bow-arrow and a sword on the ground, a couple other not-important things, as well as a note.
It read, “BUSTERBLORG HAS RISEN”.
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Oscar - Memory 1
Underwater, Oscar felt stinging all over.
He didn’t know what was stinging him.
The place was completely empty, and it was a bit eerie to him.
He swam down to a house and what he thought could be shelter.
The door was open.
He saw pictures.
Pictures everywhere.
Oscar picked up one displaying a mom and a dad and two kids.
The mom’s face was carved out, as well as both the kids’.
The dad looked somewhat unhappy in the picture, even though they were at the beach.
Did he not like the waves?
Was he upset by the trees?
Was he angry at his delicious drink?
Perhaps.
Or, perhaps, he was in an unhappy marriage.
Maybe the mother got custody of both the kids, so their faces got carved out too.
Or the kids and the parents had a falling out too big to repair.
A good situation made bad.
Of course, Oscar didn’t know that this was a family, that there were other people at all, because it could have been random spots carved out of the photograph.
All he saw was a picture of an unhappy man.
Oscar pitied the man and brought the man everywhere with him. He gave the lonely man the gift of company.
But the man was still unhappy.
Oscar hugged the man and complimented him and made him a hat.
But the man was still unhappy.
Oscar was tired of this man not smiling so he stomped on the picture, the glass shattering into millions of pieces and shards.
The man was now smiling.
———
Konnor and Oscar, who just happened to be dressed in black, filled a bag with their things.
Three knocks were heard on their door.
They looked at each other.
“Oh, no.”
They opened the door to see younger Jonathan and Carlo standing there.
“We were forced to!”, exclaimed Oscar.
“Yeah! By the government!”, said Konnor.
“Well, we are the government,” said Jonathan.
Carlo gave him a look and said, “What? Excuse Jonathan, uh, we’re not. But if you are taking their stuff, we would like their potion book.”
“P-potion book?” Oscar had been thrown sideways by this request.
Konnor, still collected, said, “Okay, but I and my friend must talk. Sorry, just a moment, please!” Konnor then abruptly slammed the door.
It was clearly audible what they were saying.
“OSCAR! No! NOOO!”
“Whatever happens, we have to stick together!”
“What do we do?”
“Why are you asking me?”
“Your book, your choice!”
“Your fuck, your shit!”
“Uh?”
“Okay. …Let’s grab this…” “What are you doing?”
“Barricading the door.”
Jonathan, trying not to laugh, put his ear up to the door as Carlo said, “Why are you barricading? We’re not government, promise, okay?” “Sorry! No cook book for you! Sorry, Jonathan or whatever you said your name was!” “Yeah, it’s Jonathan!” “I’m Carlo, by the way.” Carlo reminded Konnor of himself, so he thought he could talk some sense into him. “Okay.. Konnor, how do we know we can trust you with our book?” “Because I’m Carlo Agouza. Headline of Vegas News.” Osczr was shocked, but also was angry at himself for not realizing this. “Uhhh… what are you doing here?”
“I know about your whole situation with the Spaßzeit building, and I know you have something to do with the… well, that.”
———
The two opened the door and they all sat down.
“So, why do you need my recipes?”
“Well, Jonathan and I are going to try to do two things:
Uncover the radiation mystery and make ourselves immortal.”
“Why, though? I get it about the radiation thing, but why do you need to be immortal?”
“Because we need to live long enough to see the end of the Cancer of Videt.”
“Cancer of Videt?”
“Yeah. It’s a long story, but when the time comes, we will be there to kill the Cancer. It’s a curse that is carried through not just rogue body cells, but rogue life.”
“Wow,” said Konnor. “We might have some experience with that.”
“Great,” said Carlo.
“How did you find us, though?”
“Well, it’s a lot of digging.
Jonathan and I did our homework. You used to be the spokesperson of Spaßzeit. Then, we found that, by the time the Lockdown had ended, you had disappeared.
We then traced you to the ‘43 explosion through a spy named Brian Hopkins, and that you were flown into Canada by a soldier because German hospitals need home addresses and you were living in a cave. No caves in a ten-mile vicinity of that old Glundenheisten exist besides this one.
We believe his mother’s been taken by this curse and that the entirety of Europe, especially this town, has also been plagued by this curse.
We need your help to destroy this Cancer.”
Oscar and Konnor looked at each other and nodded. Konnor spoke.
“Well, here’s what we think. We need your help, you need our recipe. If you can work with us on our radiation project, we can be your supplier of all things Videt.”
PART 6 …A NEW PLACE
Blood.
Blood everywhere.
Oscar only saw Brian.
Carlo was smiling.
Carlo was laughing.
Carlo was holding Oscar’s head.
Oscar’s body had been left on the ground.
Konnor was sitting there with a giant hole in his stomach.
He was yelling at someone, like they were in a fight. Maybe he was angry at Jonathan, who was running out the door.
Then, Oscar’s head started to regurgitate blood. Blood was thick and bright red.
Things started to go dark.
Then, he woke up.
Konnor was brewing some coffee.
Lately, it seemed that things were looking up.
Despite Oscar’s visions, it wasn’t anything he hadn’t seen before, and he just shrugged it off.
Nobody really knew why, maybe it was just the way the light came through the cracks in the stone, maybe it was that Konnor and Oscar’s party had expanded, maybe it was that now they all had a common goal, a purpose.
Also, recently, Oscar had turned sixteen (fourteen if you don’t count the coma).
Later this week, they were going to set out to Keystone Hollows, a small and peaceful Sicilian village just by the bay, because that is supposedly where Brian went. And they’d had a lot of questions for him.
They had started packing their things.
They each had an individual backpack to take with them, and a small ice box that they would fill with snacks.
Konnor’s backpack had inside a first-aid kit that Carlo lent him, clothes, a compass, a dagger, and a bottle of water.
Oscar’s backpack had inside an axe, a wool blanket, a jar of change, a notepad, a rock, clothes, and a bottle of water.
Jonathan’s backpack had inside a bow and arrow, a candle, a lighter, a packet of money, and two bottles of water.
Carlo’s backpack had inside a notepad, two pens, sunglasses, and some seeds.
On Sunday, they began their expedition. They put up a defense system containing extremely potent poison that Konnor and Oscar made, a tripwire that Jonathan just had lying around, and a lot of cardboard.
———
Konnor - Memory 1
“In Ordnung Junge! Dies ist Ihre Zeit zu glänzen!” Leon assured Konnor’s confidence.
Konnor smiled nervously as the camera began to zoom in on him. He didn’t particularly like being on camera, but he understood that his work was valuable and his family would get paid in return.
He began to speak his lines.
“Hallo, ich bin Konnor. Meine Eltern schenkten mir ein Spaßzeit-Spielzeug aus echter, gereinigter Menschenhaut! Ich spiele damit und habe so viel Spaß mit der neuen Technik.
Holen Sie sich unsere Nazi-Hitler-Spielzeuge für nur RM 1 bei Ihrem örtlichen Glundenheisten!”
Kinder, lernt jetzt fluchen! Mach deine Eltern wütend!”
The brothers were so happy, they hugged Konnor. They gave him a dagger for him to remember them by. He kept it for the rest of his life.
———
They traveled via hitch-hiking, an experience that Konnor had to hold Oscar’s hand through.
It wasn’t a very long ride, since they were just going through Switzerland to Italy, but it was very scenic and they enjoyed the trip.
Then, they just had to deal with the over-sea journey. They didn’t have the money for a flight, and they were in a rural area.
The group took a rowboat across the vast 20-degree water.
They landed safely on the outskirts of Keystone Hollows, southwest Sicily, just by the ocean.
Something about this place was familiar to Oscar.
———
Konnor - Memory 2
“We’re going to be fine, Konnor.”
“Don’t worry, Konnor.”
Konnor gazed at the steaming pile of crashed cars on the narrow bridge highway.
Konnor’s mother suddenly screamed. His father was shouting swear words.
Suddenly, the car was dangling off a bridge. Konnor had almost pure adrenaline pulsing through his veins.
His father told him to climb and that he would be okay.
He climbed up and got back on the highway.
He, shivering, followed the cars and planned to find the nearest shelter.
After a few hours, Konnor spotted a shelter, but when he got to the front door, his parents weren’t behind him like he expected them to be.
———
Monday, October 1st, 1945.
Radiation had spread to parts of Spain. It was all over the news. It had been declared an epidemic.
Of course, Konnor, Oscar, Jonathan, and Carlo weren’t hearing of this, because they were in Keystone Hollows, a small Sicilian village.
They built a chest with their weapons and blades.
Oscar also made some sort of tool that he didn’t name, using mainly Jonathan’s stuff. He didn’t use it for the rest of that trip, but kept it in his pocket no matter what. Now, back to navigation.
You look east, you see a gravel road and a sandy town, way out in the hills, and past it, the idyllic grassy meadow, the trees slung with foreign decorations.
You look west, you see the vast, seemingly endless ocean, and some sort of rusty boat and abandoned dock not far off the shore.
Something about that boat looked awfully familiar to Oscar. He wanted to go see it, but they would have to do that later. For now, they had to go through the grassy meadow, into the Greater Mountains where, supposedly, Brian lived.
———
Oscar - Memory 2
Suddenly, as Oscar stared slack-jawed at the ship, everything turned more vibrant and colorful, as if through the lens of a toddler’s vision.
The ship returned to its old, beautiful, sparkling, majestic state. Where some old rotting piles of wood stood began to grow some small buildings. Shelters, perhaps.
Oscar began to spectate himself walking towards it. The place was beautiful on the inside. Everyone was friendly there, and he had a lot of friends.
an v oi
———
The four walked into the main village, Konnor and Oscar dragging the ice box.
It was a pretty place, but there wasn’t much to see, given that it was rural and small.
The first thing they saw was a parrot on an oddly placed branch, no tree to be seen. The branch was dug into the sand.
The parrot said nothing but, “Go no further! Go no further!”
They eventually found a shelter to stay.
They left their ice chest there, and decided to come back every day before sundown.
Oscar was silent the whole time, as residents looked curiously at him and the rest of Konnor’s party.
Seemingly out of nowhere, Carlo grew a blank stare and started to walk out. Konnor and Jonathan followed him, not knowing what was happening.
One of the residents had told Carlo exactly where Brian was, in exchange for half of their money. They now had $5.30.
Meanwhile, Oscar stood still, frozen by the haunted atmosphere of the building.
———
Ding-dong.
Ding-ding-dong.
DingDingDingDing-dong ggg.
DiDiDiDiDiDidi—dong.
A man wearing a suit and a moustache came and answered the door.
Confused, Konnor explained, “We’re looking for Brian…Brian?”
“Brian, the old owner of this house? I think he must be 20 now.”
“Then who are you?”
“I’m Lorenzo Adams.”
“Lorenzo? This isn’t our dude. C’mon, guys.”
“Hold-Hold on!”
“What, Lorenzo?”
“Have I seen you somewhere?”
Lorenzo pointed at Carlo.
“I’m Carlo Ago-“
“Oh my, Dio! My cousin Leronza lives in Nevada! She mailed me this crazy newspaper about things happening in France and Germany and Hungary- I- Well, I think I might be able to help you. But it depends on what it is that you are seeking…”
———
Oscar woke up on some leaves in the woods at midnight. It had been two weeks since the encounter with Lorenzo or…whatever his name was. He noticed that the leaves below him were blood red. He looked again at his hands. They were also blood red.
Blood was dripping down his front.
He then looked around him. He could feel the trees looking at him. They told him it would be best to go and leave the woods behind. He said no this time, as he had become curious what they were driving him away from.
He began to walk over behind the trees.
He suddenly felt something on his right leg. He reached down and felt it.
It was a pair of freezing cold hands.
Oscar got dragged down to the dirt.
He looked up and saw Brian’s face.
Except it was pale and gaunt, and it had bite marks on it.
Brian, almost turquoise a shell, made two very shallow, rattling breaths. He then ceased to breathe.
Oscar tried to wake him up or see if he was still alive but to no avail.
Oscar walked out onto the road.
There was nothing on it. There was, in fact, barely a road. The road was covered only in cobwebs and further darkness around the corner.
He tripped on something and fell backwards, hitting his head and blacking out.
———
“So, Lorenzo, grace us with your intellect.”
“Well, you see, I used to be a scientist at this place… Draagen Facility, we called it, but no one ever knew the real name, just the address.
We would experiment with nuclear radiation, early atom explosives, all the dangerous materials.
Once, we tested male rats in a small environment riddled with nuclear radiation.
One of the twelve Ratten survived, but had clear physical changes—if not injuries.
Also, we put three plants in that small environment. One of them grew. We called that plant something.”
“What was the plant called?”
“I… can’t remember.”
Suddenly, the door slammed, as if one of the boys pushed it. None of them did.
Konnor pulled it back open, even though it felt like someone on the other side was trying to hold it closed. They walked inside, and suddenly, instead of the aerial, wooden home filled with beautiful furniture, it was
cemented and packed with cobwebs. Everything was grey and rotten. There were maggots everywhere.
There was a pile of completely moldy tomatoes directly in the kitchen entrance. Jonathan walked further than Konnor and Carlo did, and saw that the Fernseher (television set) was on.
He sat on the floor silently and watched the alarm test that was being aired.
WARNING! PERICOLO! GEVAAR! DANGER!
Air quality has dropped to below the “red” level in these areas…
Please, all families and citizens, stay in the nearest shelter. There has been a recent explosion in your area and there has been a toxic air alert of 16.1 pCi/h. This is extremely dangerous to breathe or be unprotected in. Get all of your things and hide underground until further notice.
Various jarring alarm noises came from both outside and the Fernseher.
Carlo went running outside, going back to the shelter to warn Oscar.
He left his backpack, though, and Jonathan planted three trees. That was the last time Jonathan went outside for a long time.
PART 7 …BRIAN LUGOSI’S DEAD
Welcome to the wonderful Keystone Hollows — The place that you’ll never leave!
———
The group had returned to the cave, now more of a half-underground mansion hut, and hid cooped up in there in the midst of what might have been just a typical everyday nuclear apocalypse.
Carlo noticed that all his things are gone.
He didn’t use everything he brought, however.
Everything in the ice chest had been eaten.
There were just empty bags and cans left. It wasn’t like a crazy person had gone through it, though. It was very neatly done, as if by pressure. Each bag was popped in the lower-left corner, each can was just slightly opened, but the straw handle was perfectly in place.
Carlo assembled the bags all into place, so that all the seals were facing south.
They formed a drawing of two trees.
Carlo immediately ran outside of the cave.
He saw two plants growing out of the ground, in the left half of a small planter.
———
Oscar woke up in the cave.
He was trying to deny to himself that he woke up in the cave. He wanted to go back to the woods and find out what happened to Brian.
He then saw the amount of blood coming out of his head and put a wrapped gauze bandage on.
He fell asleep again.
———
March 20, 1946
They were living on tallow and some mysterious fruit that they were growing inside next to a light bulb. Carlo was feeling ill and had a migraine recently but didn’t complain too much because he didn’t want to kill the buzz of Konnor’s upcoming nineteenth birthday!
Konnor was an adult now, and this was an important thing to celebrate.
So you can imagine their confusion when a fog began to roll over Europe and the Fernseher that they had stolen from Keystone Hollows suddenly wasn’t working.
Oscar mainly took care of Carlo and fed him healing potions every now and then. He was good at keeping secrets, so he kept a lot of Carlo’s. By the way, Oscar still didn’t explain the ordeal of the woods or his bandage to them, but would disappear a lot to the woods to try to find him. There were no cobwebs. It was like there had never been any. In fact, he rarely ever talked to anyone besides Carlo.
Jonathan was starting to develop a theory that they had never left Keystone Hollows, as well as a much more likely theory that they had never actually left Germany.
Some possible incentives to think as such:
Ray, the owner of the smoke shop he lived behind, was called Lori by his friends.
Just like it would have been for Lorenzo.
That reminded him of the search for his mother and how off-track he had gotten trying to distract himself. Her name was Loretta.
Konnor was beginning to worry that this fog wouldn’t clear over before his birthday.
This was a strange situation, and Oscar and Carlo knew something the rest of them didn’t.
———
“No. No! No! NO!”
Oscar was digging around in the wood once again, for darkness and cobwebs and Brian’s body. None. Just a completely empty valley where the road was, and tulips growing where all the cobwebs were.
Spring. Spring. That’s why, that has to be why, he thought. Too many flowers, too many of something or other.
He had only been there before in fall and winter.
He wasn’t at all paying attention to the fact that he was searching these woods at one in the afternoon.
He was too busy worrying, burdened with Carlo’s secret.
Oscar was frantically digging in the leaves, getting teary-eyed. He just wanted an answer.
He suddenly felt dizzy, like he was on a boat.
That’s when the floor started moving.
Oscar looked east.
He saw a pile of leaves covered in sand and, past it, more woods, the trees slung in foreign decorations.
No! No, no, no, no! This can’t be it!
Oscar looked west.
He saw a creek past the tulips.
In that creek, there was an abandoned rusty old boat, half sunken.
Oscar was running towards it as if he were running for his own life.
Then, just as he was about to touch it, he tripped on Brian’s body and, hooked on it, fell right into the creek and quickly drowned.
Instantly, he woke up again in the cave.
He gasped for air as he noticed, in a split second, that he was back home.
Okay, this is some kind of cruel joke, isn’t it, thought Oscar. I refuse to engage and I will find answers!
I am going there and I am going to find Brian and I will force him, one way or another, to tell me everything.
———
Oscar saw a shadowy figure in the woods.
He started to chase it. Every turn it took was unexpected and he got slowed down. He picked up speed and was just about to grab it but he fell down into something.
Oscar woke up again in the cave.
No, no, no!
Oscar went back to the woods.
He saw a shadowy figure in the woods.
He started to chase it. He remembered the route it took. He managed to grab it and jumped over the hole he fell into.
He pinned the figure against a tree.
What he saw was something undead. It growled at him. He held it down.
It snarled at him.
He held it down.
It opened its mouth wider than any human could do, and it screamed at him.
Oscar, frightened, jumped back, letting the monster go, and hit his something on something, falling backwards.
Oscar woke up in the cave again.
He went to the woods but this time he could not find the monster or the boat.
He looked at his wristwatch and the time had not changed by a second since the first time he went into the woods.
He noticed that every time he went into the woods he forgot another thing that happened.
———
Konnor looked down at Oscar, who had been caught attempting to bleed out on the kitchen floor again.
Oscar had been gone for a week with no explanation as to where he went. Carlo had gone missing as well, but he hadn’t reappeared yet.
Jonathan was busy baking Konnor’s birthday cake and decorating it.
He was stressed about Oscar and Carlo. What is going on with those two?
Oscar went silent for a half-year and disappeared for days.
Carlo went silent for a month and disappeared indefinitely.
When Oscar finally did return, he came unconscious.
This was a strange, strange situation.
Jonathan was now almost completely sure that there was some place that they never left. He wasn’t sure where it was, though.
Oscar jolted awake suddenly, his mouth closed and dripping with blood.
He pointed at the entrance.
“What are you pointing at?”
PART 8 …SO, THEN, A WORMY THING
Oscar - Memory 3
Oscar sat, eating a dumpster frankfurter.
It was dark outside.
Suddenly, Oscar saw light, and heard a wail.
He thought the heavens had come down to Earth.
He thought he was dying.
He looked suspiciously at the frankfurter, which, in daylight, was actually covered in mould, and then looked back up again at the sound.
Then, he heard a voice screaming.
Then, there was an explosion.
Then, there was nothing.
Oscar got up. He walked towards the source of the explosion. He heard footsteps.
He then saw a flame. One flame, two flames, three flames, a considerable amount of sparks and smoke, then the building was on fire.
He saw something walk out of the building.
Then, another, smaller explosion.
Then, once again, there was nothing.
And then there was everything.
And then there was light.
Broad daylight.
Oscar lay in a pile of ashes and asbestos.
He got up and dusted himself off.
He heard a horn.
He saw a boat sailing away.
———
“Hello…” “Jonathan, did you invite this woman?” “No..”
An elderly lady stood at the door, leaning on a beaten wooden cane.
The old lady showed herself the way inside.
“Boys, I have very crucial advice for you!”
“What?!”
“Don’t mess with radiation. It is very bad for your health. And we wouldn’t want you going and dying, would we?”
“Wait, how do you know us, again?” “Heartworms.” “I’m sorry?”
“He died of heartworms. The things sick dogs get. Karl died of heartworms. No one knows, except for the police, most of which are dead.”
“Hold on, how are you surviving the apocalypse as an elderly woman?”
“Why, I was born in the apocalypse.” “Excuse me?” “I was born in 1941.” “That wasn’t an apocalypse, that was a virus, like influenza.”
“No, I’m not sure you understand. I was born in 1941.”
“How could you be an elder if we, teenagers, are thrice as old as you are?!” “Well, actually, I’m nineteen today,” stated Konnor, confidently. “Well, technically, you’re seventeen today,” added Oscar with an additude. “Well, technically, shut up,” yelled Konnor. “Up yours, birthday boy,” growled Oscar.
The elderly woman was startled by their argument. Wait.
Where did the elderly woman go?
———
April 2, 1946
Jonathan woke up from a deep slumber.
That was a good night’s rest, he thought. Had to have been over 8 hours.
He glanced at his watch.
Oh. It actually had been over eight hours!
It had been nineteen days!
He didn’t remember anything about celebrating Konnor’s birthday but he remembers stabbing someone… Oh, no! Did he stab Konnor? Did he stab himself? Did he stab a stranger?
No, he thought as he observed the green blood on his knife. He walked further into the front room and noticed that their cave’s rocky floor had been uplifted by something cylindrical.
Hooooooold on a second.
He remembered a dragon of some kind.
This was the breaking point for Jonathan.
There is something wrong with this cave, he thought.
And then, as he looked up towards the ceiling, he saw someone (not Oscar, Konnor, or Marco, but a stranger) hanging on the drying rack.
Okay, that’s it, I’m out of here, Jonathan thought. He started packing his things.
“I’m gonna go find Mom.”
By now, he had almost completely forgotten that Marco ever existed, so that was useless by now.
He walked out of the cave, leaving behind that chapter of his life. He had given up on ending the Curse, he had given up on life in Germany. He was finally heading home.
———
Now, it had gone back to just Konnor and Oscar, but now, instead of defending themselves during a time of corrupt government, they were defending themselves during a time of no government whatsoever.
It was April 18th when they awoke.
Carlo and Jonathan were gone, and so were their things.
got up and looked down at a very pale Oscar. Right beside his head was an uplifted trail of blood-washed rock and stone. The entrance was open!
Who knew how much radiation the two could’ve been exposed to while they were asleep?!
Konnor looked down again at Oscar, who seemed to have gone back to sleep. He attempted to wake him up. Nothing worked. Also, in doing this, he noticed that Oscar’s skin felt quite cold.
Flies began to gather on Oscar’s skin. Konnor had to waft them off and keep Oscar warm.
He covered Oscar with blankets.
Konnor started to make some bean soup.
———
Oscar woke up.
He was alone. Everything was blurry.
What was this place? What was happening?
Surrounding him were four walls, each with two or three doors, all closed but one. And the open door led to nowhere.
He looked up, and he saw more doors on the ceiling, what looked like a reflection of the doors he was in the middle of. He tried walking up towards one of the doors and realized his body was sideways. He looked down at where he thought one of the walls were, and it was just the floor again.
Oscar looked behind his shoulder and saw the same wall of doors that he was facing. Then he noticed that his body was also facing that wall.
Had he even turned his head at all?
Where am I?
What kind of weird game is this?
He tried to open a door. It was locked.
He looked closely at the door. He blinked.
He realized he was looking at his hand.
He was now, once again, in the middle of the room.
Oscar started to panic.
He ran over to another door. It was also locked.
He tried to escape, but wherever he went would lead him to the exact same spot.
He tried to open another door.
He pulled with all his weight and was sent flying.
He noticed the door was now opened wide and that a vague shape of some smaller person was walking into the room.
There Oscar stood, staring at a 12-year-old Oscar.
Neither of them knew what to say.
———
Konnor would check on the plants every other day or so, just to make sure it was still growing.
He was beginning to wonder if he was losing his mind. Where was everybody? How was Oscar still able to take a nap?
It felt like Konnor’s life was at a standstill.
He could stay here at the cave with Oscar, who was more or less dead, or he could move on and get a life and try to save the world and be the hero. But he couldn’t do that if he had waters to plant and a care to take friend of and a giant food of supply, could he!
No one knew that he was alive.
And he didn’t know that anyone else was alive.
His entire life was now a leap of faith that, somewhere out there, there was a good samaritan. Someone that knew about him.
They’d better come fast, because Konnor was starting to see two of everything.
———
“Un-fucking-canny,” mumbled Oscar as he looked at every angle and every scar of his old self.
“What happens to me?” “What do you mean?” “If you’re me, you’d know. In the future, how do I go from me to you?” “I- I guess you don’t.” “What?” “If I’m dead and I’m seeing you, then you’re dead.” “No… I’m not. I can’t be. I can’t die at twelve!”
“No. Listen to me. Get out of Germany now.” “Why should I trust you? What if this is just another broken delusion?”
“No, I’m trying to warn you! You need to leave Germany as soon as possible! You are going to die!”
“But-“ stuttered the younger Oscar,
“If I leave, then you die.”
“No! You don’t understand! I’m dead because you stayed in Germany. You’ve got to get out of here now. Turn back.” “But if I left then you would never exist.”
This stopped Oscar in his tracks.
“Oh. You’re right..”
“You know what? This is a stupid trap! You’re not me!”
Oscar was trying to explain to him to leave, but he kept realizing that no matter what Young Oscar did, Oscar would end up dead.
It was like Death had Oscar in a checkmate.
“But wait!”
“There’s no worth waiting for you. I hate you.”
Oscar’s eyes welled up with tears.
“No! We have to stay here! I’m real! I’m you!”
“You’re no person. You’re just a curse.”
———
“Konnor? Is that you?”
A deranged-looking Oscar, covered in blood and rotting pieces of flesh, got up and hugged Konnor. “Yes, Oscar. I’m here for you. You were asleep for a couple hours,” giggled a dirt-covered, limping Konnor.
He pointed at the ceiling, just above a wall that had black scribbles on it.
“MONDAY TUESDAY WHENSDAY THURSDAY FRIDAY THIRSDAY EIGHTDAY ONEDAA ONEDA OADANDA”.
Oscar looked behind Konnor at a giant pile of shriveled fruit and discolored soup.
There were maggots and flies everywhere.
“Konnor…” “What is it, you guys?” “I really messed up.” “Me too.” “No, like, I messed up really bad.”
“Well, let’s hope the sleep midgets don’t punish you.” “What?” “I’m so glad to see you. We’ll get through it.” “Merry Christmas,” said Oscar on this 1st of May as they embraced each other.
This was actually not the lowest point in either of their lives (see: Konnor became an orphan and Oscar was homeless in the winter), but it came very close.
———
“What did we get beat by?” “I don’t know. I remember an old lady and then I remember someone killing her and transplanting into this wormy thing.” “So, then, a wormy thing?” The two were dressed and clean now, but neither of them were all the way mentally stable, and the cave still smelled like beans and rotten apples.
“When was Christmas again?” “I have no idea.”
Oscar went to sit down and he took one of the rocks growing off of a branch of their plants and dropped it in some acidic bean soup.
It sizzled and let off steam. It smelled nice, like roses. He studied it with a microscope and poured it all out into a bucket that he dumped onto the plants. The plants immediately started to look different, but neither of them paid attention.
Outside was starting to look more like it did, but they still kept an up-to-date map about areas with more radiation than others.
Konnor was noticing that he had a headache, and so did Oscar. Neither of them knew why.
———
GENERATION III
PART 9 …START AT THE BEGINNING OF THE END, MY FRIEND
———
Some time in the mid-late 1940’s;
X-rays had finally come to underground post-apocalyptic Germany, so Konnor and Oscar were able to finally get a good diagnosis.
It was a somewhat cold summer, given that the ozone layer had been completely shattered and who knows what that could have led to.
Konnor and Oscar walked up to the Krankenhaus to finally get tested to see whatever this was.
It was a miracle, they said.
A miracle about what?
“A miracle that you’ve lived this long.”
What?!
“You have tumors.”
Oscar and Konnor had gotten diagnosed with brain cancer for being exposed to too much radiation.
Neither of them knew exactly what this meant, but it was scary for sure.
Oscar still hadn’t told Konnor that he was a curse — that their bond was a curse — and he wasn’t sure when he was going to.
The two climbed out of the underground Krankenhaus, worried and confused.
Was this the beginning of the downfall of Oscar and Konnor?
Well, only time will tell. But, I must say, things are gonna get really interesting.
———
Konnor had a plan.
He knew now how everything was gonna go down. It wasn’t all sunshine and flowers, either.
Oscar was planning to tell him about what happened in the room of doors.
He was now completely sure that they were dying because he killed his younger self.
That had to be why this is all happening.
If his younger self was dead, both of them would be dead. Their lives had to go exactly the way they did, or neither of them would’ve been alive.
And they were now desperately trying to track down the monsters that attacked them before, because Konnor was sure that these things were the curse. As you well know, though, having seen all sides of the story…
———
With every stroke of the brush, Oscar’s art got more beautiful.
He was painting a butterfly.
It was a blue butterfly.
He put his arm around to reach for a different brush, and instead of what he was looking for, he felt cold faux leather.
He reached behind himself again, just to feel the same material, what seemed to be a shoe.
Oscar turned around in panic, only to find that he was at his own funeral.
He got up from his chair and, shaking, stared silently at his own dead body.
Konnor stood at Oscar’s coffin alongside others, shaking his head.
Oscar wandered the room, looking at everyone who was attending.
He saw the faces of Carlo, Jonathan, Michael, Leon, and he paced further to see a collection of strangers, the doctors that had diagnosed him, and the thing that shook him the most, his parents were standing at the foot of his corpse.
How were his parents here?
He had no parents!
Parents were supposed to be mean and selfish and unforgiving!
He didn’t even know what his mother or father looked like. How could they appear in this sick dream?
How would they know their son, who they probably never touched, died of a brain tumor? This was when Oscar walked up further.
He discovered that a brain tumor was actually not the cause of death.
Oscar’s dead body had been stabbed in the heart several times.
“It all makes sense now,” said Oscar coldly to himself. He tried to signal to everyone that he was there and, in fact, alive but the people attending didn’t seem to notice or care.
“I was the curse of Alkam, and Jonathan and Konnor finally killed me.
So… what, now?”
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PART 10 …I DIDN’T THINK I WAS GONNA GET THIS FAR
You’ve read this far, you must like this story. Do you like it enough to keep reading, or does this feel like a fit time to end your journey? It is up to you.
In the event that you choose to keep reading past this little checkpoint, I think you’ll find that the remainder of your time with us here in post-apoctalyptic Nazi Germany is more carelessly written than the previous few parts. Consider everything from now on bonus content if you’d like.
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Oscar finally confronted Konnor one autumn morning.
“Remember John an-an’ Carlo?”
“Yeah, what about them?”
“They… kind of killed me.”
“What?! Blasphemy! What, are you stupid? If you were dead I wouldn’t be talking to you right now!”
“No. Konnor, listen. They killed me.” “Whatever. And?”
“I was the thing they killed.” “Okay, now you’re just repeat- you’re just rephrasing youself. Tell me what happened.”
“I was the thing I killed.”
“Explain, please.” “I… was… the thing… that they lived… to kill.”
“Yes? …And?!”
“I was… the curse.”
“The- ha!- the curse of what?”
“I… am… the curse.”
“You’re the reason Germany’s an ashtray?!”
“Konnor.”
“Are you the reason I don’t remember what my family looks like?
Do you know how awful it is to not remember what your family looks like?!”
“I was stabbed in the heart! It weren’t no toothpick, either! You were alive! You were alive and well! I wasn’t!”
“It was a mistake to ever meet you or move in with you into this cursed death-pit.”
“The first thing I ever saw was a boat! That boat sank! We read about that boat in the news! I should’ve known then! My first bed I ever slept on was shared with an inmate who was known for murdering children! I lived in a poor kingdom where we were treated like slaves and then when I finally escaped I lived with someone who died within a year of having me!”
“I’m leaving!”
“Please do, do leave! I’m going to do nothing but harm you.”
“Well, that is obvious.”
Konnor swiftly grabbed all of his possessions and slammed the cave entrance on his way out.
Oscar began taking down the boards that he had used to block off the old part of the kitchen.
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PART 11
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1948 was a strange year so far.
Well, of course. After all, it was Konnor’s and especially Oscar’s first time living completely alone in years, except this time, he had a home to take care of.
It was also Oscar’s first time living as a dead person, believe it or not.
He still wasn’t entirely sure who killed him, Jonathan and Carlo or himself. Imagine if he was dead because of the Room of Doors incident.
Strange autopsy that would be, don’t you think, suicide by homicide?
The fifties were approaching and the remainder of the government had already built up an entire faux Europe; the one that the world lovingly knows today. They had already killed everyone that knew about what happened, or so they thought, and the last flight from Original Europe was leaving for New York. (unnamed) had boarded that plane. Oscar’s ex-roommate.
Even though it had only been a month or two since (unnamed) had left, Oscar had forgotten what his name was.
Oscar didn’t have to worry about his brain tumor because it was indefinitely terminal at this point, but he still had his moment of nervousness and anxiousness.
Wait, when did Oscar grow a tumor?
Anyways, he was planning to kill a monster later this week at the canyon. For now, he planned on making life potions, ones that cost the most resources. Luckily, he had (dying) plants outside and he was living in a cave about half a mile away from the mountains, where all sorts of things lived and grew. But he didn’t need those resources, because he wasn’t planning on making potions any time soon.
sWAIT!
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Konnor had quickly gotten used to the bustling nature of Albany, New York. He had gotten a job as a bartender. He was planning to buy an apartment where he could start to write papers so he could quit his job at the bar and become a businessman, hopefully in Senate. Sometimes he missed his old life with Oscar, when things were simpler, but he knew that a freer life in America was worth it. However:
He did not take into consideration that, in order to apply for Senate, he would have to state his hometown, and according to every map being produced from that time on, that town never existed, only “List” which was in its place.
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Oscar held out his knife against the creature, who had shapeshifted from a humanoid animal to a dizzyingly gigantic mutated earthworm.
This was the beast that had nearly killed him before? Interesting.
Oscar, filled with rage, swung his blade against the pattern of the beast’s scales, leaving a bleeding gash in its side.
The giant spiked heartworm burrowed underground and rose back up, lifting Oscar into the air.
As he was flying directly above the thing’s mouth, he realized he had bitten off far more than he could chew.
The beast jumped up and, just as it was about to bite off Oscar’s leg, he ran on the area below its mouth, using it as a floor. He jumped down below onto the ground. He landed on his feet.
An earthquake happened all at once, shattering the ground. Oscar, standing on a falling fragment of the ground, jumped and threw his blade at its eyes. He missed and his knife landed directly into its mouth. It choked on the sword as it had dragged itself down its throat horizontally, cutting open the tissue to drain out blood and pieces of entrails.
Oscar thought he killed it. He tried to climb back up. The heartworm had successfully eaten his knife, however, and slithered towards him in all of its wrath.
It dove down into the hole he was in.
That’s when his vision went completely black.
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Oscar woke up, almost drowning in a sea of red water filling up the canyon.
He swam up to the top in a panic, and accidentally swallowed some of it.
He saw the creature laying dead on its back.
It had drowned in its own blood.
Oscar was both happy and also scared… and… a little cold, if I’m being honest.
It started to hail outside.
Now, hear me out. Oscar might not survive.
He is swimming in infected, tar-like, frozen blood. There is a very little chance of him surviving this one.
I mean, c’mon, we’ve already intercepted his death like, what, 5 times, now. If he dies this time, there ain’t no savin’ that guy. Like, maybe it’s just meant to be!
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Okay, it’s about time I did an arc with Jonathan. Plus, I type well enough now if I want to turn off autocorrect, so now there’s no excuse not to.
Alright. Carlo’s dead, so dear old Johnny boy went… where? Wait, lemme scroll back a second. So many backstories… yeesh…
…M’kay, found it.
So, Holland was a nice-ish place to be in the later 1940’s. They and Hungary were the only ones mostly not affected by the apocalypse, so their economy was amazing at that point.
However, Jonathan was more damaged and brooding than the other boys there, who were mainly just playing games all the time; that is, when they weren’t in school.
One day, as he was checking another street for his family, he met a boy named Johannes (Dutch for Jonathan; they literally had the same name) who was having a hard time with school but wanted to learn so badly after the war and such.
They had a conversation and Jonathan found that a lot of the struggles Johannes had with school were the same ones Jonathan was having with his search. It was hard; he could barely keep up with all that was happening but this was so important to him; etcetera.
The two eventually became friends, creating a complicated dilemma. Our dear old Jonathan didn’t want to leave the warm company of Johannes, but he also didn’t want to get sidetracked on his journey for another five years.
And don’t go trying to jarringly interrupt this part, because it’s not going to
PART 11 …A GOOD LOOK IN THE MIRROR
Now you’re all caught up with where our dear sweet Johnny boy is in his life and mostly perpetually will be,
we can continue with the rest of the story.
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Oscar swam out of the dirty Aqua-Pack canyon very calmly and slowly, knowing (thinking) that he was, for sure, going to die because of Jonathan killing him. So this gave him a lot of liberty in whatever he did.
Regardless, Oscar was now back home in the cave.
He was silently awaiting the day our dear old sweet innocent Johnny boy would return.
What he really wanted to do was go try to find (unnamed) but he didn’t quite care enough, knowing that it would be near-impossible if he didn’t know the guy’s name.
So he stayed back and started mentally preparing and gearing himself for our dear old sweet innocent loving Johnny boy, angel boy. :)
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After Konnor got rejected from government jobs, he had no choice but to go to “Europe”, except this time with no friends and no money.
Hot diggity dam.
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Oscar, fully armed, had spent every day for weeks awaiting the return of Johnny Angel Boy Oh My Goodness He Is So Amazing Angelic Wonderful Dear Old Loving Sweet Kind Generous King Of Gratitude Savior Of The Universe.
But, instead of The One And Only Johnny Very Kindest God Soul Amazing Great Cool AngeOscar instead got Konnor in a ripped up, burnt top and dirty and stained jeans.
Oscar put a finger to (unnamed)’s mouth.
“Shhhh, sh-sh-sh-tsh-tsh-ttsssshhhhh.” “What is it?”
“Blink twice if Johnny’s behind you.” “Wha- why?!-“
“BLINK TWICE, GODDAMN IT!”
“I got cured.”
“What?!”
“I had a surgery in America. I’m tumor-free now. The surgery and radiation cured me. But then they banished me.”
“You didn’t even send a postcard! Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because then I can do this,” said Konnor slowly before he rose like a shadow upon Oscar and stabbed him six times in the heart with an old dagger.
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PART 12 …EPILOGUE
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Berlin, Faux Germany, April 1965
Oscar walked along the grassy fields of Berlin. A bustling city it was indeed, but it never failed to preserve nature and wildlife.
The nuclear families and mass civilization never knew that Oscar had existed.
His life was of no importance to them.
They didn’t know the truth.
He didn’t care at this point. All of this, his whole journey through modern urban culture, was nothing but a cold reminder that nothing mattered anymore. No one would ever know.
When Oscar had awaken from the dead, the first thing he wondered was,
Where’s Konnor?
But Oscar soon learned that the Cancer had killed him.
That means there was no funeral.
Anyone out of the very small group who had known Oscar still probably thought that he was alive and well.
And the thing Oscar was most deeply terrified about was that he didn’t seem to really care.
He knew full well that he was destined to wander this city and watch it disintegrate until everything went to black and there was nothing to wander anymore.
Just nothingness.
And thank you for reading my confusing, poorly-plotted fairy tale about cancer in America.
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FIN
9/29/2020 - 5/23/2023
#19th century#1920s au#1940s fashion#1950s#writerscommunity#writer things#writer#original art#psychology#my story#storytelling#ww2era#post ww2#post wwii#kill the prophet#you guys oscar’s based off of me#this won’t get many views will it#itjustwontdie.bandcamp.com for music#itjustwontdie.bandcamp.com#werewolf#shadow and bone#whump prompt#psych#father#dear lord#dear father#dear future me#orphan#if cyber punk watched national geographic#trust me you want to read this
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HEY HEY HEY!! I really like all your manager!reader stuff and I had a request of sorts. I was wondering if you could make a really kind and nice manager reader who has never and I mean NEVER gotten mad. Like, mustard hair and ashtray over there are fighting? you are calm and help them patch up. S9meoen spills something on you? you say its fine and clean up. They also basically view you as a very kind mother cuz you always care for em (doesn't matter who old you are, you now have crazy children that keep you at the edge of your seat constantly). BUT IMAGINE THIS, people who are hard to get mad always are terrifying when angry. And today they were about to see your fury. Someone was like calling them names, like right to their faces (rude 🙄🤚🏽) and you overheard it and you come speedwalking with fury that could SCARE GOD! Kita ans Aran are like "😃😨" and soon you make it over and make the person cry by going at every and any insecurity they may have. Like this man is crying like a child on his knees apologizing but you keep going. The things you said to that man probably made him cry for weeks type angry. From that point on the team was like terrified and definitely preferred to be with an angry kita rather than an angry you. Kita himself agreed to that. THAT IT LOL! IM SORRY IF ITS A LOT ITS JUST THAT I THOUGHT OF IT AND IT REMINDED ME OF YOUR IMAGINE/STORIES!!! I hope you have fun while writing it (if you choose to write it)! >:)
Ahhhh I love this so much!!! Ok ok, I have a Karasuno hc set that is similar to this and I'd love to do a set for Inarizaki! My headcannon requests won't be open until June 1st because I'm currently finishing publishing the last of the requests but I can add this one to my list for next time!!
I absolute adore a sweet manager who gets all mad when someone says something about their team 🥺
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Jan 20 : Trying some game demos
My plan was trying 4 games, but sadly the time limit for one game demo ran out today, so 3 is final!
And the three are: Wanderlost, Gourdlets, and Editor's Hell.
⟣ Wanderlost ⟢
Crafting is fun, but the UI + hotkeys probably need some simplification. The hotkeys are more or less intuitive; at one point, though, there are a lot to press, while zombies or bears don't wait for you to finish your cozy crafting moment.
Speaking of bears, I got killed by bears a lot more than the zombies 😨 Not sure if intended, but it feels like the game might as well do without the zombies, centered around a bushcraft survival theme.
The crafting list is also rather overwhelming, when recipes that aren't required for initial survival days also pop up as recipe registration is triggered from the collected ingredients. I took one run or two to remember what I possibly needed (firepit!!!), but the day came to a close (yes, it runs on a day-night system) and I still barely got what I needed to keep myself alive. Setting up the firepit also is hardly intuitive - probably some misguided intuition on my part, since I expected the firepit setup to be in Inventory, not as Equipment 😢 The minigame of kindling the fire too unkindly added to the difficulty...
But then, I don't mind retrying this demo until I kind of get it! I'm cool with the bushcraft elements, and the visuals are pleasing to look at. Don't talk to me about fishing; I sure as hell would fail and never look back at fishing minigame if there is any.
⟣ Gourdlets ⟢
An idle town-building sandbox game, with a cozy look. There isn't much of anything else to say for now. Maybe the rotation on some objects needs more than 2 directions, not sure if a bug or a feature.
Oh, the creatures are definitely cute.
⟣ Editor's Hell ⟢
The plot is heavy and feels like a lot to take in, even from the first few minutes. To lessen that wordy load, the introduction for each day probably needs some cinematic scenes, but ultimately that would be my preference.
The executed ideas so far seem promising and can be rather attractive with some polishing. Probably can recommend this game to people who are interested in Papers, Please and/or Not Tonight, but maybe there is a genre name I meant to discover, rather than stamping these games with similarities that are hardly there.
And that's just it! I am looking at my wishlist, but some games to anticipate in Q1 2023 are still being developed, so my wallet is spared for now.
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IRIS WHERE ARE U GOING
#lulu.txt#aa lb#dgs lb#iris dont act suspicious like ur dad 😭😭😭 did he teach you that#LIKE. THE GIRL SAID THAT THEY COULD CHECK KLIMT'S AUTOPSY REPORT#bc it was RIGHT THERE on the laboratory files it was just search on the list of reports with the V letter....bc van zieks was his surname#but. HIS AUTOPSY REPORT VANISHED??? WHAT.....WHERE IS IT NOW who is hiding this information and also#she said that something that was only discovered on the autopsy was...rly important information about that case and#now its gone.#yuujin was there at the autopsy......lets ask him then 😔 do u remember it mr yuujin my friend yuujin#BUT ALSO. THE GIRL SAID THAT SHE REMEMBERS that two years ago sherlock came to the laboratory and looked through these files and#IRIS WAS THERE TOO.....IRIS. YOU KNOW SOMETHING. dont run away from ryuu and susato 😭😭😭😭#she was just 'um...well. ryuu 🥺 i have to go home now 🥺 goodbye 😔😭 u and susato stay here'#iris nooooo#also. *kicks mr holmes* where are YOU you know too much. what happened to that report.#*thinks about the professor case even though idk much about it i only know that rich people died and i think that was rly epic* heh.....but#also. i wont think about it too much im still.....hm.....🤔 what if.#WHAT IF ............ actually im not writing that bc if i end up being wrong i will look at my liveblog wearing a clown wig later but#what if. *bashes my head on the wall* bro........what if who everyone thought was the professor wasnt actually the professor. and. hm......#ANYWAYS.#this game is just </3 its pointing at me and saying 'you WILL think about these characters'#also this chapter doesnt end with a trial wtf.......it will end with the investigation maybe they will discover something that was 😨 um...#but also now that i think about it a lot of stuff were already connected to the professor case in this game....like even in case 2 it ended#with when they found the treasure and it had a big fancy collar in it...with blood. what the fuck where did that blood come 😨 but also. um.#when mr holmes saw it he just told everyone it was something that they should not try to know about.......dude. the next chapter will be </#GOD........#also i dont remember if they know who killed genshin but im almost sure they dont like....#everyone just knows that someone shot him the moment they noticed he was alive thats.....😨 bro what the fuck.#dgs2: heh....[redacted] sad backstory time 😏 live laugh love ❤️💐#whenever i talk on the tags of my dgs liveblogs i feel like that picture of the guy thats connecting stuff with lines on a big board
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Crybaby
Slashers react to you listening and dancing to Crybaby (Megan Thee Stallion ft Dababy)
thank you to @betajunk for giving me the idea
Tries to listen to the lyrics but a lot of the idioms and wordplay goes over his head. He recognizes some of the more straight up lyrics though
“NBA playoffs that ass it’s a bubble” Like🤔??????? What in the hell is an NBA? Does it stand for no bitches allowed???
“Choke me, spank me, look at me, thank me” Ok he understand that one. He can do all that for you😘
He likes it when you listen to songs like that, cause you always end up shaking dat ass
It’s his ultimate weakness. This nigga is Ass obsessed
If you do the dance esp on him, listen,,,,,,,,,,,, he will do whatever you desire. This is the only time he’ll get submissive, so take advantage
You go “Real hot girl shit” at the end
he automatically thinks ‘Yeah you a real hot girl cutie...keep dancing😈’
OHHHHHHHHHHHHH he would cover his ears and shake his head at this song😨
The lyrics..........good lord spare his soul. For he has not sinned under his grace🙏🏻
If you start dancing during his mental prayer, he’ll stop and take a peek at you
“I do not hear it, but I will see it”
He always enjoys watching you dance and have fun! He just wishes it was to another song...a much cleaner song lol
He will probably ask you to switch songs if he hears you playing it out loud too much
Otherwise, he doesn’t mind the type of dancing you’re doing either. If you’re being flirty towards him while doing it, he won’t hesitate to sling you over his shoulder and take you to bed
Megan thee stallion stan💅🏼
He lovvesssss herrrr
Listened to her whole album Good News with you when it dropped
Out of all the songs, crybaby was his fav. He was dancing right beside you when y'all listened.
That repeat button steady going round and round cause y'all can't get enough
His favorite part is when meg says, “ Moaning like a bitch when he hit this pussy
Damn, he probably wanna wear my hoodie “
Oh he can relate cause your pussy girl......has him yelling like
youtube
He can't fit into your hoodies tho 😢
Goes crazy over the challenge. Convinces you to do one while he records
Have to do it fifty leven times cause this boy shaking the camera all the time🙄
He can't help it y/n, he loves seeing you make that ass rumble. Gets him hype
Jesse's the type of guy who doesn't care about the type of music you play
He don't trip over little shit like that
But he will definitely come and watch if the song sounds sexual
And we all know crybaby is sexy as hell
I mean it's Megan.... she's the embodiment of cute,smart and sexy🤷🏿♀️
Once he comes and sees you dancing, it's recording time
Catching you in 4K lmaoooooooo
He doesn't care about the lyrics, just wants to see that gorgeous body move
You also act a bit bratty with songs like this (sexually aggressive tone), which the daddy dom in him lovesss
He loves when you do that 👅 shit. Keep going Kitten
Keep acting like that and y'all might have to make a home movie👀👀
You like to sing and dance to your favorite songs whenever they come on, even in the car while driving
Daniel's used to you doing that, he always enjoys you having fun
You tend to sing to him when the songs are romantic or sexual
He just sits there awkwardly and watches you, blushing like always
He gets tired of blushing all the time, like damn can his face take a fucking break for once😤
You love it tho, it's adorable as hell🥺😘
Crybaby comes on and you start going in
Perfect opportunity to make him hot and bothered. You on your demon time
The lyrics have him like 😵
Whoa...wait hold on...wait
When the part where megan list names and his comes up, you give him a smouldering look
Combined with you licking your lips, winking, and saying it out loud in that sexy voice of yours makes him wanna NUT
He wants you to pull over and fuck him in the car right now.
Listen, he’s pretty quiet and shy but...them be the freakiest ones
#slasher x reader#michael myers#chromeskull#jason voorhees#daniel lamb#stu Matcher#slasher thirst#michael myers x reader#jason voorhees x reader#daniel lamb x reader#stu matcher x reader#chromeskull x reader#jesse cromeans x reader#jesse cromeans#I had fun with this lol
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i talk abt miabsc every now and then but i feel like I haven’t really explained it ? so here’s a long post about my poly zit au
what is miabsc/what does miabsc stand for?
miabsc is an abbreviation for “mercy is a bloodstained concept”, which idk if it makes sense but i thought it sounded neat. miabsc is pretty much a vampire au with hermits but it focuses on team zit
who’s involved?
the only ones for sure in the au are zedaph, tango, and impulse but i have considered adding in grian and scar. i would like to add some other people but i want the focus to be on zit
what’s the plot?
i feel like it’s easiest to make a list, so:
- to preface, nonhumans are not uncommon but still usually cause apprehension amongst humans
- zedaph is a human scientist who lives by himself out in the woods (i imagine his base being the same as his hc 8 base) and doesn’t interact much with people
- out of nowhere, a lot of his livestock are found dead in their enclosure
- he tries figuring it out by examining the deceased animals and finds two puncture wounds in each animal, along with their bodies feeling considerably lighter than they should’ve been
- curious, zed decides to set up a trap for whatever or whoever is getting into the enclosure
- (his trap is basically a net trap?? he sets it up so if anything were to try to enter the sheep’s area, a large net would fall and catch them bdhdkdj)
- time passes and eventually zedaph finds two vampires caught in his trap
- (tango and impulse are the ones caught if it isn’t obvious)
- there’s some back-and-forth between impulse and tango then the duo and zedaph. this leads to zedaph telling the pair that he wants something in exchange for the two of them killing his livestock
- zedaph proposes that they should allow him to experiment on them (which is immediately shot down before he can do any explanation)
- these last points are taken from my google doc but the rest of it like this: tango and impulse say that there needs to be more in order to agree to smth outrageous like that, so one of them jokingly proposes an outrageous solution: zed allows them to drink his blood
- zed’s like “hm. fair enough ig” which makes the other two 😨⁉️
- they’re like ??? ur serious? and zed’s like uh yeah? as long as u don’t kill me it’s fine (anything for research i suppose)
- they make a deal out of these premises
that’s pretty much what chapter 1 would be/is lmao, the rest of the chapters would probably be them getting used to each other’s presence and eventually really enjoying each other’s company :’) then it would lead into romance and all that
i have some of it written but i’m usually busy with other stuff </3 i may post more about it but we’ll see. if there are any questions regarding this au, send them to my inbox :’D i would like to talk abt it more if it interests anyone
#hermitshipping#poly zit#i don’t really wanna use a bunch of tags for this tbh#miabsc#i think my google doc notes are a little funny
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THE BATMAN SPOILERS
I'm literally just back from watching batman yooo I am conflicted, I liked it but I dunno for some reason I give it like a 7.5 outta 10 which is weird cuz it wasn't bad. Alfred and Jim 10/10 tho 😅see when bruce is like you're not my father boy hurt my heart young man you be nice to alfred! This Selina kyle was quite good and she went through too much pain I usually like angst but oh my gosh poor baby😢 the one thing I didn't like about her was that she basically said all riddlers victims had it coming yeah they did bad things but the way they were tortured and that kid finding his dad like that 😢😢😢 (literally bruce did nothing wrong!?) it does leave room for character growth for her, Gotham really poisons peoples minds, that scene where bruce stops her with falcone one of the best scenes she aced that scene 👏
The riddler and all his creepy followers 😨 did like him but boy can he whine and that squeal crying thing in his cell was a tad annoying and his mind set he definitely not well!! The juxtaposition between edward and bruce was so freakin well done. What was with Eds breathing honestly what, I didn't like the song choice ava maria being a peaceful beautiful song the motherly love of Christ's mother and then just all Eds evilness and Gothams corruption it gave like a sickening effect to me but that was prob intentional and also ed didn't get the love of a mother
Wayne manor looked dope the aesthetic of movie in a lot of parts was mwah Jim Gordon absolutely stellar as usual 💙 not gonna list all the bits that I liked cuz this would be waay to long lol but I will say bruce helping the people in the water and the adults too afraid to take his hand but then the kid does ahhhh selinas comment about bruce being married to Gotham Ed having a social media following of awful people gave me the heebie jeebies because there are prob people irl who'd be down with that. This Gotham in the early years of batman starting is I feel like the most horrendous and evil Gotham on screen yet
I thought I wouldn't like the fact that he doesn't upkeep his bruce wayne celebrity womaniser act up but you know what it makes so much sense in this without it because he doesn't go to bed at night he does physically and mentally gruelling work when he gets home I'm pretty sure all the energy he's got left is for sleeping and eating
Ahh i cant remeber who but I think Selena or was it penguin? Asked bruce if he lived in a cave hahaaa
Not that it needs to be said 😅 but yours sincerely batanon
BATANON!💖💖💖💖 I am so sorry this took so long, I have no brain cells/energy lately avjvdiavidvisvie, but I love your batman rants so much, I loved reading ittt!
Only 7.5 out of 10?!?! Did you like it more or less than dark knight tho?👀 I liked it so much more as a batman adaption, ya know? Omg alfred and jim in this are def 10/10, also 10/10 Jim and Batman dynamics omg, best I've seen👏🏻
Ooof that part with alfred killed me😭
See that's like def in character for selina to say given her background tho, and also why she is almost always more anti-hero, like jason todd def would have agreed with her lol. But yes, she freaking KILLED it as Selena oh my goshhhh!
Haha, his monologue in the cell was honestly one of my fav parts, like especially in terms of acting, like the way he loses it is just *chefs kiss* in terms of character and acting! Or are you talking about when the joker is monologing and riddler is just pacing and whining? Lol. Oooh and that DEF was the intention with that specific song, it's so meant to be unsettling with juxtaposition, the evil like to take something that is meant to be pure and corrupt it , so I personally thought it was brilliant. Like it was 100% suppose to give the sickening effect you felt!
Oooh yes, the aesthetics were great! And I liked the take on wayne manor with the gothic cathedral like vibe!
Ahhh yes, the kid taking batman's hand first was SO good, that whole part was so amazing and shot beautifully omg
Yes, ed's following and streaming also gave me chills along with the shooting scene because it got all too realistic at that point in this day and age🥴
And yes, I agree with you about bruce and the act! I was like so conflicted on it at first but really liked the direction they went! Emo bruce wayne looking like he always got rained on is perfect 🤣
#thanks for the ask#love you bunches batanon and hope you are doing well!#batanon#ask#meredith gets an ask#batman#the batman#batman 2022#batman spoilers#analysis#long post
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