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expired-monster-craft-smp · 3 years

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Vibes Dream SMP members give off (in my opinion)

Dream

Barked at people in high school ironically but it became unironic real quick

Can’t cook very well but is good with a knife, especially at a fast pace

One of those kids who either purposely spells the first word wrong in a spelling bee to just be done with it right away or tries the hardest and manages to win (there is no inbetween for this heathen)

Bites ice cream with his teeth

Has snorted pixie stix far too many times and sneezed blue after each time

Eats bananas with the peels

Wears mismatched socks

Has taken a bite out of a pool noodle because he liked the texture and impulsively bit it (ADHD things✨😌)

Walks around looking extremely high but he’s just spacin out and stuck in his head

Dreams (lmao) in Minecraft and video games in general

Will flirt with anything that moves but has no idea how to respond to compliments

Makes fun of himself first before anyone else can

Has eaten an orange peel and it wasn’t that bad in his humble opinion

Wears khaki shorts

Eats the wax part of the baby bell cheese

Doesn’t actually know what genre his music taste is cause he vibes to everything

Georgenotfound

Picks at the skin on his lip when it’s dry so it bleeds and he tries not to give in by licking his lips often enough to the point where it became a habit

Wears velcro shoes because he doesn’t feel like tying them (he knows how, he just doesn’t wanna do it)

Eats peanut butter straight from the jar

Makes that disgusting “ants on a log” thing (celery stick filled with peanut butter topped with a row of raisins)

Can’t drink milk plain, it’s gotta have some sort of flavour

Can draw a perfect straight line but his circles look Terrible

Eats cheez-its like cereal without milk

Loves making little noises so much like he walks around his house doin chores and he’s just goin “memememenownownwnkwkshskshkshskhs”

Hates wearing socks

Coloured his tongue with highlighters because they’re non-toxic

Constantly tapping his feet and hands to a song/beat playing in his head

I can’t imagine this man using a bike of any sort, so Imma say he doesn’t know how

Can’t be licked by dogs because he’s used to being licked by his cat so it makes him uncomfortable

Can actually sing pretty well but gets real nervous in front of people so he fucks it up

Sapnap

No idea how to cook anything other than Mac and cheese please help this man

Meows at cats because he wants to confuse them and laughs Way too hard when he does (his laugh is like sunshine so I’ll allow it)

Would be fantastic at braiding hair Idk why

Gives the BEST fuckin hugs EVER

When singing, he makes noises for the instrumental parts too

Wanted to play the drums at one point

Really likes pit bulls but he’s more of a cat person so he loves them from afar

Only vaguely knows how to shave his face properly without hurting himself

Opportunities for him come up out of pure luck but mans is skilled for them so it works out well almost Always

Used to or currently has a skateboard and isn’t too bad

ALWAYS has bruises appearing everywhere for no reason, he doesn’t even know where 90% of them are from

Calls his friends twinks to jokingly bully them and gets away with it because he himself is not a twink

Gets sudden bursts of energy in the middle of the night and just shimmies around a bit to try and deal with it

Favours spearmint over peppermint

Arsonist

Banned from three (3) Dave & Busters in Texas

Badboyhalo

Washes his hands after doing literally anything

Likes the bird exhibits at the zoo (specifically the penguins)

Very good at cooking, best at soups and stews

If he painted his nails they would definitely be a baby blue

Overthinks very simple things and it makes him look less smart than he actually is

Drinks tap water

Probably prefers whiskey over beer

Knows how to tap dance a bit

Surprisingly good at taking and handling shots

Steady hands

Adds extra chocolate to hot chocolate

Plays sudoku and is really really good at it (only uses pen when he plays)

Everytime he sees a Himalayan salt lamp he NEEDS to lick it despite knowing it’s very salty and he’ll pull a face afterwards

Not great at Rock Paper Scissors

Wears sunglasses inside for no reason at all, he just,,,Does

Still has a stuffed animal from childhood perched on his bed

Probably tried his hand at archery

Tommyinnit

He has no idea how to use a baby voice on children or animals, so he just talks to them normally

Wears socks to bed

His fingers are double jointed

Always starts twitching if he stays still for too long because he’s gotta move around

His shoes and have different laces and it bothers everyone but himself

Doodles on himself in class when he’s bored or not paying attention

Has really good hearing, both with pitch and volume

Can’t eat tomato’s by themselves, it’s either gotta be in sauce form or with something else

FUCKING LOVES STRING CHEESE

Terrible handwriting

Favourite part of a slice of bread is the crust

Wants to paint his nails black to be cool and edgy but his hands are far from steady and he has no clue how to paint nails

Pretty affectionate with close friends (like Tubbo and Wilbur) off stream/camera

He likes pears for some reason

Wilbur Soot

Is constantly having to decide between leaving his hair as is or shaving all of it off

He also thinks about adding some colour but never actually does

Most tea is gross to him

Everytime he puts a breath mint thats circular in his mouth, he pretends it’s a pill and he’s taking drugs because he thinks that’s funny

He does that vacant state as a joke but that really what he looks like when he’s spacing out

Likes to aggressively flirt with his male friends but if his female friends flirt with him, he gets a bit flustered

Has probably accidentally swallowed a guitar pick

Once drank two entire jars of pickle juice

Bonks his head on anything and everything

He has broken a pair of glasses by walking face first into a pole outside

Thinks kinetic sand is fun

Has passionate arguments with others about trivial and random topics like chicken feet

Can open a beer bottle with his teeth

Would accidentally pop and swallow a bracket if he had braces

Tubbo

Hates sharp cheddar cheese

Everytime he learns a new word it’s in every sentence he says for the next week or so

Ate candle wax for a dare once

Doesn’t know how to tie a tie and will probably never learn

Wanted to do ballet at one point but decided not to

He has eaten multiple flowers for absolutely no reason other than wanting to know how they taste

Starts vibrating if he’s too excited

Used to bite his nails

ABSOLUTELY DESPISES MUSTARD

Has eaten paper and says it doesn’t taste that bad

Enjoys telling his friends how much they mean to him (this has resulted in Tommy and Wilbur crying on a few seperate occasions)

Spaces out a lot and doesn’t often pay attention to his surroundings

Gets lost inside of Best Buy’s

Likes s’mores but doesn’t properly understand how to make them

Technoblade

Learned to cook purely out of spite and found it’s actually pretty fun

Constantly getting smacked in the face by trees when walking outside

Really likes apple pie

Everytime he looks at potatoes he thinks of all the hours he spent trying to win the potato war

Starts things as a joke and gets too into it

Doesn’t like the taste of most energy drinks

Has rubbed salt and lemon juice into an open wound to just,,see how it felt (he did it once and Hated it but did it again because he forgot what it felt like)

Sometimes hates how quiet he is because everyone he knows is loud and talks over him

Despite how he is portrayed in the Dream SMP, he is extremely loyal to his friends and would kill for them

Over seasons his food because he can’t taste it otherwise

Really good balance

Doesn’t like to wear bright colours, but still enjoys wearing colours

Good at knitting

Quackity

Actually fairly quiet when off camera

Will accidentally use Spanish grammar while speaking English sometimes

Country music confuses him

Doesn’t really like kids but they really like him

Can’t dance

Hardest drugs he’s ever done is second hand smoke from a cigarette and children’s Tylenol

His favourite jolly ranchers are the red and blue ones

He uses lighters as fidget toys basically

Will have a breakdown, take a bubble bath, and call himself the self care king

Dehydrated

Wants a pet rat but he already has a cat and doesn’t wanna risk anything

Constantly questions why his main source of income is playing Minecraft with two 16 year olds

Karl Jacobs

Probably ate a spider once

Would wear those socks that are like gloves for you feet where it separates all the toes

Eats ravioli straight from the can, cold

Can answer an incredibly complex math equation fairly easily but will stumble over 12x11

Loves kids so much and speaks to them in a soft voice

Tried making ramen in a coffee pot and broke it

Drinks 2 monster energy drinks a day on average

Likes to open walnuts with his teeth but doesn’t actually eat them

The embodiment of that one John Maulany joke where he says you could spill soup in his lap and HE’D apologize to YOU

Loves physical affection so so much!!!!

If he moves his wrists in a certain way, they pop Really Loudly

Fantastic at making cookies

Fundy

Lowkey actually a furry but more on like, a cat boy level than fursuit level

Drives a Honda Civic

Likes ABBA

Adds parsley to almost anything he makes food-wise

Loves garlic bread so much, he’d commit a federal crime for it

Middle child vibes

Decent at skiing

Good at singing but isn’t terribly confident

Seems responsible at first glance but in reality he’s pretty chaotic and childish

Bad at spelling

Always cuts his nails way too short so they always feel weird/hurt

Likes bracelets and rings

Thinks pastel colours slap

JSchlatt

Despite the character he plays, he’s actually really sweet

He’s genuinely that cryptic off camera as he is on camera

Can cook but chooses not to most of the time

Would probably say “what pussy size you wear” to anyone who asks him to buy pads

Not actually as intimidating as he appears to be

Lowkey would fight a child

Shuts down when someone compliments him, often using aggression as a front because holy shit they just called him handsome and kind what the Fuck-

Jokingly says his license is suspended but in all actuality he never got his license in the first place

He has two (2) extra teeth but they don’t need to be removed so he kept them

Has a stick n poke of a stickman on his ankle he got in high school

Likes physics

This is already very long, and I still plan on adding more.

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nelllraiser · 4 years

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a minor cat-astrophe | luce & nell

TIMING: after taki got injured via constance. LOCATION: the pet hospital. PARTIES: @nelllraiser and @divineluce. SUMMARY: good ol’ quality sister time.

Nell was still at the supernatural pet hospital, and though Taki was far more than a pet, she knew that this was the place he’d receive the care he so obviously needed. He’d barely moved since Constance had blasted him, the rise and fall of his shallow breathing barely shifting his soot black fur as Nell continued to cradle his limp body in her arms, trying her best to keep it together. She didn’t want Taki to see her crying over him, not when he was probably already in such immense pain. But once he’d disappeared into the back of the veterinary practice, she’d simply sat in the waiting room with her head in her hands, unable to think of anything other than her truest partner in life, a familiar that was nearly an extension of her, and she of him. Soon enough, she was up again, unable to keep still as she had too many burning questions about the well-being of her Ovinikk, not hesitating to badger the poor staff of the clinic for every single piece of information they might have. That’s where she was when Luce walked in. She’d finally texted their sister group chat about Morgan, Jaime, and Taki as soon as Taki was behind closed doors. “I want to see him! Just through the glass or something! He might be scared!”

When Luce had seen Nell’s disturbing messages in the sister group chat, she’d immediately grabbed her jacket and jumped in her car. As the only good driver out of the bunch, she found herself speeding through town, not caring about the speed limits and taking back alleys that kept her away from the street lights. Pulling into the parking lot, she ran out of her car and into the veterinarian’s office. Luce had no trouble locating her sister when she ran inside the building. Rushing up to her sister, she put an arm around Nell. “Hey, hey, hey. They’re taking care of him. He’s going to be okay, he’s going to be fine. The people here know what they’re doing.” Luce said, her voice uncharacteristically gentle. As the staff members skirted around the two sisters, she shot them apologetic looks, though it was tinged with the barest hint of a threat. They better fucking save Taki.

At first, Nell rounded on whoever it was that had put their arm around her, quite obviously ready to turn her ire and anger towards this new oncomer with a glare that could peel paint. Thankfully, it was just Luce. For a moment, her face relaxed into something closer to relief. But her frown quickly returned as her sister spoke. “I just want to see him.” Luce seemed to have an immediate effect on her, making at least a few of her throwns retract as her shoulders slumped a bit. “He wasn’t moving. Just all limp like- like he was-” Nell didn’t want to say the words- couldn't say the words when it came to her familiar. “He shouldn’t have been there. I should have left him at home, but he always came with me everywhere when I was travelling and it was fine! He’s never- it’s always been fine.” The words seemed to flow out of her quickly now that the floodgates had been opened. “I just wanna know what they know.”

“I know you do. I know. And you’ll see him soon, you will.” Luce said, pulling her sister into a hug, holding her tightly. As her sister described what had happened to Taki, how she’d seen him go limp, how he’d been... Luce felt a lump catch in the back of her throat. She couldn’t imagine how that must have felt, to see him like that. “Shhhh, shhhh.” She said, rubbing Nell’s shoulder with her thumb reassuringly. “You couldn’t have known this would happen. No one predicts this sort of shit happens. It just does.” She said, though a part of her wondered just what the fuck this even was. What had happened to him? But, she pushed the thoughts away with a hint of annoyance. She didn’t need to know about this shit right now. Nell was fucking besides herself with worry. No, she was gonna stay present. At Nell’s words, Luce’s brow furrowed. “C’mon. Let’s sit down, okay? Over there, in the corner.” She said, tilting her head to a secluded area of the waiting room. She had an idea, just a thought. It could help Nell. Maybe. Or it could make things a hell of a lot worse.

Nell instinctively melted into the hug, hiding her face against her sister as she didn’t need everyone in the clinic to see the emotions that were running rampant across her features. She hated this. The feeling of being weak in public. For a moment it stoked her anger once again, but it quickly turned back to sorrow as she hugged her sister in return. “He’s my familiar. He chose me,” she mumbled against Luce’s shoulder. When her life had been full of friends coming and going, more people unwilling to stick around than stay, and an older sister in the form of Bea who didn’t even like her, Taki was her constant. Taki was her stalwart companion. “He needs to be safe. Even if I couldn’t predict it- I should have fixed it.” For a moment, Nell dug in her heels, and one could practically see the battle that took place of whether or not to give up her fight with those at the front desk flitting across her eyes. “Just for a bit.” That was what she could promise here and now as she dragged herself over to the waiting area. Then she’d be back to ask about Taki once more.

Feeling Nell lean into the hug, Luce felt her resolve strengthen. She was going to fucking make whoever did this to her sister, to her sister’s familiar, suffer. Nell hated crying in public, she hated looking like this. From the time they were kids, she knew this about her sister. So to see her like this now? It fucking enraged her. She’d stick a fucking sword right into the motherfucker who’d done this to her. The tattoo across her sternum was a reminder-- as annoying as her sisters could be (and annoying as she was to them), no one fucked with her family. “You couldn’t have known shit would go sideways, you really couldn’t. But, we’re going to make sure that he’s okay now.” She said. Reaching into her bag, Luce pulled a small compact mirror, a small scrying rune artfully disguised in the middle of a design that she’d etched onto the case. “Magic style.” She said with a nod. She’d had a friend from the coven make this for her a long time ago and, while it wasn’t the best scrying surface, it was good enough for taking a quick glimpse if needed. Focusing her thoughts on Taki, Luce grasped at the magic energy that lingered within the mirror and forced her own into it, powering the spell. The connection was shoddy, a bit flickery, a result of her poor connection to this form of magic. But, soon, a picture began to form in the mirror.

“Even if I couldn’t have known, I shouldn’t have put him in the line of fire, anyway. Bea’s right. I shouldn’t bring people along to things like this. Or familiars.” The sentiment was perhaps badly paraphrased from the conversation her and the eldest sister had on the beach before they'd thrown their coins into the ocean. Nevertheless, Nell straightened a bit with Luce’s promise of seeing Taki, a dash of hope flitting over her features for the first time. Recognizing the scrying mirror, Nell felt a pit of nerves grow in her stomach, uncertain if she was ready to see Taki or not. But at least she’d be able to stop wondering. Steadily, the shape of her familiar began to grow in the mirror, and Nell couldn’t help herself from reaching out to grip part of the mirror herself, as if it would bring her closer to Taki, or he might sense her. Of course, there was no such reality as she took in the image. He lay in what looked to be a little recovery area, a few IVs still sticking out of him, and bandages covering assorted bits of him. Eyes closed, Nell leaned forward, brows drawn together in worry and holding her breath until she could find the rise and fall of Taki’s fur that told her he was alive. “How long do you think it’ll be?” Her voice was quiet, at a volume she didn’t often use while she looked at the mirror. “Why can’t they tell me how long it’ll be?”

“Hey. He was doing what any one of us would have done.” Luce said with a frown. She didn’t like hearing Nell put herself down, and she hated hearing the way that she mentioned their sister. Was Bea right? Maybe. But that didn’t mean that Nell had to beat herself up over not thinking just like her. “We’re Vurals, it’s kind of in our blood to throw ourselves recklessly in danger. That’s just what we do. He would have found a way to go with you no matter how hard you tried to keep you apart. Besides. You’re his person, Nell, it’s what familiars do.” She said reassuringly. As the image in the scrying mirror took form, Luce let Nell take hold of the compact easily. He didn’t look… good. But, he was alive and he was breathing and he didn’t seem to be in any pain. “They’re probably monitoring his condition, you know? Making sure everything is okay before they let you know how much longer it will be.” She said, hoping that the shit she’d heard on Grey’s Anatomy would work here.

“I don’t want anyone to jump in front of anything for me,” Nell replied stubbornly, bottom lip still jutting out. “Just because other people wouldn’t do it doesn’t mean she wasn’t right, though. And I’ve been trying!” Nell gained some momentum on her words, a tinge of desperation to them as she tried to convince this sister that she wasn’t just a disappointment, or someone to be disliked. Of course, she couldn’t know that she’d grossly misunderstood Bea’s words on the beach that day. “I’ve been trying to bring less people into my shit. And I should have tried harder with Taki.” Nell shook her head, all too ready to disagree with Luce. “You know that’s not true. I mean- look at Bea and Mom. Not that I mind throwing myself recklessly into danger. But this is different. I just…” Her shoulders sagged, as if taking on the weight of her own words. “You know how it’s always been,” she said quietly. “Taki’s something that’s always been there.” Unlike most of the people that frequented Nell’s life. “I hope so.” Her mumble wasn’t very promising as she looked towards the staff once again, as if sizing them up.

Luce’s brow furrowed in confusion at Nell’s words. “What do you mean, she wasn’t right?” Though, she had a sinking feeling she knew who it was about. Their mother. Of course Mom would say some kinda shit that would get into Nell’s head. They’d always clashed and it seemed that her younger sister’s adventures around the world hadn’t done anything to stop that pattern from continuing. “Hey, hey… Shhhh,” She said, trying to quiet her sister a bit, very aware that they were still in a public place. But, the gesture was also meant to provide some amount of comfort too. She knew how shitty it was to hear the backhanded comments about her life. “Fine, maybe Bea and Mom don’t, but they would if they got the sticks out of their kıç.” She tried to joke, to lighten the mood. “He’s gonna be okay. He’s gonna be fine and before you know it, that big furball will be shedding all over our clothes.”

Nell looked back to her sister from the front desk workers she’d been eyeing, teetering on the edge of just how much she should tell Luce. What if she agreed with Bea? What if today was the day she found out it wasn’t just one of her sisters that didn’t like her. “It was on the beach with Bea. She still had her coin that meant she couldn’t lie and well- I asked if I could ask her some questions.” Nell shrugged, looking somewhat defeated. “I probably shouldn’t have. She answered them, though.” But as certain as the sun, Luce’s comforting tone helped once again. Nell never knew how she managed to do it, just that she did. Finally, a barely there smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “Yeah, I don’t know how they manage to sit anywhere.” As for Taki…”I hope so.”

Frown deepening, Luce watched Nell’s face as she spoke. There was something in her face, something that she recognized-- it was the same expression Nell had worn as a teenager, whenever a fight with their mother had ended and the two were stuck at silent odds against each other. “What did you ask? And what did she say?” She said, though she could imagine what it was. Bea and Nell had always been at odds growing up. In little ways as children, but the small conflicts had grown with them over the years. And Luce had remained firmly in the middle. She’d grown up watching their fights and had been there to make sure that neither one of them went too far, pushed the other too hard. The small smile that appeared at her sister’s face was encouraging and she nodded. “This will all be okay.” She said, the words more of a promise than she’d intended. She just hoped that she could keep it.

“I asked her-” Nell hesitated, not one to ever really bare the more serious side of her insecurities to anyone, but after what had happened with Taki...perhaps she wanted to hear Luce’s thoughts on the questions she’d asked Bea, as well. “I just asked her if she thought I was a disappointment. Or bad. And she said-” But what if Luce shared Bea’s feelings? What if she was about to find out that her other sister couldn’t stand her? She just had to rip the band-aid. “-that she doesn’t think I’m a disappointment, but things I do disappoint her, and that I endanger my friends. That it’s really hard to like me sometimes or something,” she finished with a shrug, trying to play down how much the words had actually affected her. Nell simply tried her best to nod, no longer having the fire to fight about Taki when she was reminded of her standing with Bea.

Silently listening to her sister’s hesitation, the fear in her voice, Luce had a feeling that she knew what the words were before she heard them. And she was mentally berating Bea for them. Maybe they were the truth, maybe they were how Bea felt. But, for fucks sake. They’d all grown up together, scrutinized under their mom’s hypercritical lens. And Nell had always been at odds with their mother. “It’s really hard to like Bea sometimes,” She said, shaking her head. Did she think Nell was a disappointment? Hardly. Leaving White Crest, having the balls to go travelling the world, and then coming back? When she could have stayed gone? “Bea may have been telling the truth, but not in the way you’re thinking. Everyone disappoints everyone at some point, everyone hates everyone at some point. That doesn’t mean she doesn’t love you and it doesn’t mean she doesn’t think you’re a good person. Because you are a good person.” She said, squeezing her sister’s shoulder. Was it a good answer? Not really. Shutting the mirror, Luce slipped it back into her pocket. “You’re not a disappointment, Nell.” Not any more than she was, honestly.

Nell shook her head, not really blaming Bea for the things she had said. “It’s not- I mean we fight, yeah. It’s just-” For a moment Nell was left to fight with her pride and emotions, hating to reveal this part of her, and not particularly enjoying the sensation of pulling teeth from her own self. “Even if she loves me...it’s just...shitty. If she doesn't like me, you know?” It wasn’t exactly a secret that Nell had struggled with friends growing up, her personality not always being the most conducive to making them. And to think that her own sister wouldn’t like her- it hurt more than she liked to admit. “I don’t want to fight with her all the time. And I don’t want- it’s hard to feel like someone who’s ‘good’ after the beach.“ But a wan smile came over her as Luce affirmed her. “Thanks- that’s...really nice, though.” At least she knew Luce seemed to like her well enough. Nell watched as the mirror shut, saving the last glances of Taki as she turned to Luce again, biting her lip to keep herself from getting emotional again. Maybe her mom was ashamed of her, and maybe Bea didn’t like her, but she had Luce, and that would be enough for now.

#ch:Luce #chatzy #a minor catastrophe

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wilhelmjfink · 5 years

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The Great Divide - Chapter 5

A/N: i thought we were on chapter 4 but i already posted that so here we are...!

Previous Chapter • Next Chapter

Riley had observed the workers as she was led — or dragged, more or less — blindly through a maze of dirty alleyways and dark corridors. Old brick buildings, dilapidated and crumbling walls to structures getting patched up and rebuilt were everywhere, and each one had a small crew of people struggling to keep up with it. Some women, some men, some even children, all of them emancipated and filthy, covered in soot and bruises, bags under their eyes from exhaustion, frown lines permanently etched on their faces that gave even the youngest ones the appearance of having lived through a lifetime of struggle.

Up until then she had been trying to quell the fear twisting in her gut telling her it was nothing she couldn’t handle, but every corner she turned held more and more reason for her to worry.

She wasn’t even sure where she was — she had heard the words “pit” and “divide” thrown around frequently in the chatter and spotted a couple of makeshift signs with those words painted sloppily on them among others all with arrows pointing different directions.

Men were shoveling piles of coal into furnaces, stacking gigantic steam beams on top of one another or hoisting them up with a pulley to sit steadily against the towering walls of thick, heavy corrugated metal sheets that bordered the city endlessly, sealing the rest of the world where it belonged — outside of the fences. The wall around her was constructed of endless laborious tasks, it seemed.

It was like a different world, an alternate universe that Riley had fallen into against her will, almost like she was living in a movie. Watching it through a big screen before her eyes except she could feel every little piece of it: every wave of heat from the roaring furnaces, every spec of dust that floated around her that she blinked into her eyes or inhaled dryly, every time the person pushing her from behind tightened his grip threateningly to remind her whose control she was under should she get any ideas, gloved fingers bruising her pale skin.

Stumbling up some concrete stairs she was shoved harshly through the shipping entrance of a looming factory building, covered in a thick layer of dust that settled on all of the unused machines and full of heavy duty chains that hung from the tall ceiling, bulky and rusty hooks dangling from the bottom links and over her head.

While she was engulfed in the horror movie vibe she was getting her captor pressed her against one of the cold, steel walls and held her there securely, patting her down as if she was being searched by a cop or by security at TSA. She growled to herself, not fighting back just yet, but already formulating a plan in the back of her mind of how she was going to get the hell out of this place and the demons that walked it; she knew it held nothing but long, painful days ahead for her if she didn’t leave as soon as possible.

“This one’s good.” The voice come from behind her, muffled as if he was talking through some sort of mask — hell, he might’ve been, she hadn’t even seen him yet. Her right cheek was still digging into the cold steel wall and pinching her flesh as she was held there, biting her tongue and squirming uncomfortably, tasting the blood as it seeped out from the cuts she was causing.

The pressure was released off of her and she seized the opportunity of freedom to whip around to get a good look at the mysterious stranger. It was just as she’d expected: he had the leather armor with the same spikes as the last few, a gas mask covering his face, and a large axe strapped to his back. He was tall, solid, and any inclination she had to turn and run completely melted away into nothing. He was intimidating and she stood stupidly. “Clothes off.”

She blinked. “I’m... w--what?”

“Clothes off!” She was already shaking, her fingers lightly grasping the hem of her dark green jacket before she peeled it off slowly, eyeing the other strangers that were being ushered in in a similar fashion that she had been brought in with curiously. One girl was crying, one man cursing and flailing. Others just wept and did what they were told. The lone man’s protests didn’t last, because when they reached the wall adjacent to her his captor shoved him so forcefully into it that Riley could hear the sickening crunch of his nose breaking and he fell to the floor in a heap at the guys feet.

She wasted no more time kicking off her boots and jeans down to her bare feet where she stood what would’ve otherwise been awkwardly and exposed, not even minding her lack of coverage considering all that was going on around her, shivering despite the intense heat in the room, and standing as still and quiet as she could for fear of being next in line to have her face smashed in.

All of the other civilians were just as scared as her and none of the uniformed guards and soldiers offered her any information about what was going on. They buzzed around her like bees, talking amongst themselves, low rumbles of laughter erupting from deep inside their dark souls, surely about some of the misfortune of the people that stood by Riley. And she knew it would be coming for her soon.

Once they were all unclothed, they stood shoulder to shoulder, Riley first, and three more people to her right.

Soldiers with face paint and intimidating large guns stood in front of the only visible exit and another guy, this one covered by a welding mask, rolled in what looked like a wood stove, several steel rods on its side that Riley recognized as tools used to poke and supply fires with. It squeaked obnoxiously as he or she followed it in, rusty wheels grinding against each other like nails on a chalkboard.

Riley wasn’t sure how much farther her heart could drop down into her stomach at that point and all she knew for sure was that, whatever was about to happen, she was first in line for it.

Dread and crippling terror took over the rest of her body in waves as one of the rods was taken from its metal shelf, the metal cross-shaped tip of it glowing a menacing shade of red, the man holding it dawned in heavy duty gloves and chuckling to himself as he made his way to her.

She couldn’t be sure, but she thought it was his laughter that finally got to her.

She started pleading incoherently as the first man from before had flipped her over, his large hand holding her face down against the metal wall behind her, the other pinning her wrists easily in its grip above her hand. She spiraled quickly into a panic as her brain put the pieces in their place and she realized what exactly was about to happen:

“What — no! No, no, no! Please!”

Her begging was ignored and she could hear her skin sizzling before she could feel it.

Oddly, the metal felt painfully cold before it turned into a singeing heat, crippling her like she was struck by a bolt of white-hot lightning, a blood curdling scream tearing from deep inside of her unintentionally as she tried to push herself into the wall in hopes that maybe she could melt through it and escape the unbearable pain.

Death would have been a nice alternative. She writhed, struggling underneath the crushing iron grip in her body as all her senses just blended together into a blinding overwhelming agony. And it weighed down on her, crushing her until it was the only thing she could see or hear or feel in her little world.

Riley wasn’t sure how long she was forced to stand there, held upright as her kneels buckled underneath her with the fire digging into the flesh in the middle of her back, disfiguring her permanently and forever reminding of her terrifying time here that had yet to even begin. She embraced the darkness as it welcomed her into its arms.

Riley leaned with her head against the cold cement wall, shoulder digging into the coarse stone, a dull and welcomed pain as opposed to the debilitating burn on her back that throbbed against her skin. It heated her entire body up, despite still being mostly unclothed and shivering in the cool night air. She hugged herself, striving to remain as still as possible as to not disturb her burn, biting her lip to stifle her cries.

She assumed the makeshift cell that housed her was that of an actual prison; a small holding cell in a small city hall before, dark and quiet and holding nothing but a small cot and a toilet in the corner keeping her company.

She’d only woken up when they tossed her in there carelessly — paying little attention to the fresh wound they’d caused her — and she screamed in pain as she’d fallen, and since then the tears haven’t been able to stop. Her lip quivered as she whimpered, trying to withhold her sobbing, trying to be strong, but failing miserably as a combination of the pain and fear and despair smothered her and the reality of her situation became very real very fast.

Angry. She was angry that she had gone after that asshole Warner — if that was even his name — and angry that she believed him. She was upset with herself for trusting people so easily, still, even after Daryl had reprimanded her more than once for it. For as bitter as she could be, she couldn’t turn down the idea of helping someone... even if the reward was her own life. So stupid.

“Oh god, Daryl, please come help me...”

She wondered what he was doing. No idea of the time of day, no idea of how long it’d been since she’d last seen him, no frame of reference for any of it. It felt like years but she knew in reality it probably been twenty-four hours, if that. It all blurred together in a big mass of headaches, fear, yelling, vivid dreams of piercing blue eyes and a low, rough voice somewhere far away from her promising her she would be okay.

Fuck, she missed him.

So much so that it brought a physical pang of emptiness and loss to her heart and caused her to choke out another sob, longing for him to come find her and save her or at the very least just make the fucking hurt go away. He was good at that. At that moment, it felt like she would be able to withstand anything that shithole threw at her, so long as Daryl was there with her.

Did he know what had happened? How would he? She’d felt like she’d disappeared from that world without a trace, leaving nothing behind but a memory, something so light and delicate that it hardly even mattered anymore and could disappear in the blink of an eye and it would be like she never even existed in the first place. Should’ve just followed the plan. Should’ve listened to Daryl.

Did Tara and Aaron make it home? God, she hoped so.

Also, she hoped that Daryl wasn’t too upset; that maybe he’d found comfort in Rick or Carol’s arms, accepting the support and help. Maybe he’d be upset for the first night or two but she was sure Carol would’ve stayed with him had that been the case and he was probably fine now, coming to terms with the loss and moving on.

But she hoped, prayed to anything that was out there listening, that all of that was not the case and, in fact, he was out there searching for any sign of her. She needed that faith to latch on to -- to know that somewhere, he was following any sort of hint or clue that came up and was on his way there to rescue her, just like he always did, and wouldn’t rest or even sit until he reached her.

That’s usually what Daryl did. He wouldn’t rest until he had answers. Christ, she remembers when he’d lost Beth and later told her how he just ran and ran and ran and looked for her, refusing to give up until his knees literally collapsed underneath him in sheer exhaustion. The thought broke her heart even more and she scratched at her tired, damp eyes.

“Please, Daryl...” Tears streamed down her cheeks and burning her chilled, scraped skin. Please come find me. Please don’t give up on me. Please help me.

:-(

next chapter, we’ll see how daryl is doing after running into mr-they-took-my-wife.....

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ragwitch · 6 years

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Halloween prompts: 10 - Darcy/Clint - whatever rating. :) thank you!

AHHHH YAYAYYYYY!! I love this pairing! Hope you enjoy

10. ’This an actual haunted house! I thought you meant the kind with actors!’

Pairing: Darcy Lewis/Clint Barton

Rating: T for language

“This is an actual haunted house, Darce! I thought you meant the kind with actors!” Clint said, freezing on the crumbling stone walkway leading to the decrepit old victorian sprawling over the property. Elaborate cut-wood trim lined the pointed roofs and wrap-around-porch, toothy and jagged where pieces had broken away. The paint job was faded and peeling and Clint couldn’t decide if it had started sky blue or brick red but by this light it was managing ‘scary movie soot gray.’

Darcy stood, one foot on the first step and looked up at the beams of the porch roof, nose wrinkling thoughtfully. At least there weren’t spiderwebs everywhere, Clint could say that much.

“Why would we go to one of those?” she asked.

“Uhhhh…cause it’s Halloween weekend? That’s what people do?”

“But this is so…” she spread her arms out cheerfully, “Authentic.”

The front door creaked for no apparent reason and Clint could have sworn he saw the house sway to the left.

“That’s my problem, yeah,” he muttered to himself.

“Come on,” Darcy said grinning. “We’re just gonna camp out and hold hands while the floorboards creak. The police already took the body out of the wall for testing.”

“The what???” Clint asked rushing up to the stairs. What had he actually agreed to coming here for? He’d been watching last year’s puppy bowl (he was really behind on his dvr, okay?) when Darcy had invited him to go to a haunted house the weekend before Halloween. And he knew there were details he’d missed while the little husky puppy intercepted the ball from the golden retriever but…this was a pretty big detail.

“You didn’t listen to me at all did you?” Darcy asked, but she didn’t look so mad about it. “This is the house that Rita from HR and Todd from product development bought together to fix up. And then found a sealed up cupboard with a body inside.”

“That’s horrific,” Clint breathed.

“It’s super fucking weird,” Darcy agreed. “Annnd they are super weird energy readings all over the house. Which is why I am here. Tony wants to nerd out over them…remotely. And you are here to hold my hand while I do that. In case I get scared. Except, you look really pale now so maybe I should just-“

“No, no, I’m good,” Clint said, trying to decide if it was his twitchy reflection moving in the window or… “Lead the way.”

“You sure? I can do this alone, or I could call, like, Buck-“

“No, I’m totally good,” Clint said, whipping back to stare at her. He caught her biting away a smile. Damn it. He shouldn’t have fallen for the Bucky thing. It’s just…this wasn’t exactly the date he thought she’d been asking him out on.

Not that she would have needed to ask him out on a date if he’d ever managed to ask her out on - oh, shit she was walking into the house. The dark, creepy, bodies in secret cupboards in the walls house.

“So we don’t have to like…stay the night or anything?” Clint asked. He shuffled around looking for a good, secure spot to stand in but the damn place was like a maze, full of shadowy little corners and twisting halls. And Darcy was just wandering around with a flashlight in one hand and some kind of Stark scanner beeping mildly in the other. Clint was of the personal opinion that flashlights made dark spaces creepier.

“Not unless something goes horribly awry,” Darcy said, dropping her voice and waggling her eyebrows at him. She paused and the flashlight drooped in her hand, illuminating a bit of wall that been scraped away to reveal the bones of the building. “Aw, hey. You’re really freaked out, aren’t you?”

“I’m not freaked out. Who’s freaked out? You’re freaked out,” Clint said, leaning against a wall only to jump away again when he discovered that it had a tough and glossy texture. “Oh ew, no. Leather wallpaper. Darce this place has skin on the walls.”

“Eww,” she said and joined him, scanning the wall. The tech ‘blooped’ ominously and Clint edged to stand behind her. She glanced over her shoulder at him and raised her eyebrow.

“I’m not…scared,” he said. “I’m just…a little superstitious, maybe.”

“Maybe,” she agreed, smiling.

“Thought I was gonna get to hold your hand,” he said.

“Oh, yeah, here take this,” she said, passing him the flashlight and then leaving her hand outstretched for him to take.

He weighed the flashlight in his hand. It was nice and heavy, it would do as a bludgeon in a pinch. Not that it was likely to work on a ghost. Darcy’s hand in his was warm, light, and felt strangely safer.

“The best readings will probably be upstairs in the room with the cupboard. Let’s grab those and then Tony can come down here for the rest if he likes them so much,” Darcy said, heading up to the wide, winding staircase leading up to the second floor.

“Ehnnn,” said Clint. But he followed the lead of her hand, squeezing it a little tighter in his and shining the light ahead of them.

There was a creak in the hall of the second story and Darcy and Clint both paused on the staircase. Then a door slammed, the whole house shuddering in the bang and Darcy squeaked and jumped on the step.

“Aww, ghost, no,” Clint whispered.

“New plan,” Darcy whispered, shuffling down to share the step with Clint, pressing into his side. He slid his finger up to her wrist and felt her pulse hammering there. “We run out the front door, out to the car, go back to the base, and you hold my hand while we watch kids movies.”

The was another longer, deeper creak from above.

“On three,” Clint whispered.

“Nope, now!” Darcy said, and they bolted down the stairs and out the front door as the house groaned around them.

“You wanna order pizza?” Clint shouted over the sounds of the house as they jumped down the front stairs all at once.

“Pizza is good,” Darcy said voice high as she ran back to the car. She stopped at the passenger side door, eyes narrowed, and the shutters of the haunted house rattled behind them. “You better work up the nerve to make out with me tonight Barton.”

Clint blinked for a moment and then jumped as the front door started snapping open and shut with loud ‘cracks!’

“Darcy I’ll make out with you at the stop light two blocks away as long as you get in the car and we get the hell out of here.”

“Deal,” she said, grinning toothily.

He felt a little set up, if he was being honest. But he didn’t mind.

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dandrabbles · 5 years

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Study Hall - Scene 4

Two years. That’s how long it’d been since Rat had seen his dad. They didn’t know when his dad’s bus was supposed to be in. Tuesday before six. That was all the man on the phone had said.

The Reserves office was a concrete box set up at the front entrance of a park, behind a big black steam engine that was meant to draw in curious tourists but mostly gathered dirt. There was no tree cover near the office, just low scrubby bushes that Park Officials kept neat once a month. Inside, there was air conditioning and water and a gray emptiness that made Rat anxious. The war took everyone, even the Reserves. So he’d let his mom go in on her own and parked himself on the curb to wait.

He’d watched his mom inside through the glare on the windows. For a while, she’d paced, but eventually settled on her own in a chair against the front window, plastic the color of corn barely holding together beneath her thighs. At one point a woman in a grey-green uniform brought her water in a styrofoam cup. Once the woman went away, his mom had braided her hair until it fell down her back in a neat tail, all dusty brown shot through with grey, the strays lit up gold in the sun. She’d let it grow after his dad shipped out. Grew it until the ends were split and dead and heavy, until the only way it looked presentable was tied up in that long braid. It was her way of dressing up.

Sitting outside, the heat off the asphalt cooking through the rubber soles of his shoes, Rat worried the dog tags around his neck. The metal scratching set an ache into his molars like crunching down on ice, kept him from pacing like his mom. Until the door swung open behind him with a canned chime. There was the soft crunch of footsteps and then his mom was sitting beside him. She brought the smell of lilac laundry detergent with her everywhere she went, and under that, cigarette smoke and the sour, metallic tang of beer.

“We’re gonna be here a while,” she said. She held the empty styrofoam cup by its lip, pinched between her forefinger and thumb, and gestured with it towards the street. “Lady inside says they haven’t gotten a call about any bus on its way yet.” She reached over and tugged at the scuffed leather shoulder of Rat’s jacket. “You’re gonna get heat stroke.”

“I’m good,” Rat said.

“No one’s gonna wanna touch you all sweaty like that.”

“Dad wouldn’t, or you wouldn’t?”

“I wouldn’t.”

“You’re not him, then. Are you.” Rat snatched the cup from between her fingers and palmed it, squeezing it to deform and reform the body of it like a stress ball. “Ain’t gonna be hugging you.”

“Don’t be a shit,” she said.

“Can’t be any other way than how I was raised,” he said. He ripped a chunk of styrofoam free, then another, until the cup lay in a little pile between them and flecks of white dotted his jeans.

His mom watched him and pulled out a pack of Camels. It took her three goes to get her cigarette to light.

“You’re gonna taste like tar when you kiss dad,” he said.

“Worse things to taste like,” she said. She handed over the pack and lighter. “Besides,” she said. “I have gum.” She finished the cigarette fast, rubbed it out on the cement next to the pieces of the cup, pulled out another. Every time she ashed her cigarette the cinders drifted down and stuck to her skirt, rubbed gray smudges into the light yellow fabric and floral pattern. She did laundry daily. And for what? She carried laundry to her room to fold, cigarette in her mouth, leaving soot on the fresh, warm linen.

She was going to smoke herself through the pack at the pace she was setting. He wished she’d go back inside and sit with that Reserves woman. Out here, in the orange glow of sunset, her anxiety left him raw in a way he resented. Bad enough that he had to worry for himself without having to think about her too. The night she got the call, he’d found her sitting alone on the toilet lid, three Coors cans on the shag mat between her feet, her breathing sobbed down to hiccups. She’d chainsmoked five Camels and was starting on another. Rat only found her because of the smell. All that smoke trapped in their little bathroom and no window open. Neither of them knew what was coming. How could they?

Rat blew smoke into the air. “Maybe try the gum instead of inhaling another fucking cigarette,” he said. He flicked his to the ground, scrubbed the half-smoked body out with his boot. His mom didn’t say anything. She left her cigarette dangling between her lips, the filter smudged coral with her lipstick, smoke laying thick enough to water Rat’s eyes and burn his throat.

The sun dwindled until it was just the suggestion of light along the treetops. Only then did the bus come. A metal brick on wheels, painted white with a peeling advertisement on the side, the US Army logo tattered. Sweat stuck Rat’s shirt to his back under his jacket. It cooled with the fading light until he was left shivering, or maybe that was the nerves. He should have smoked the rest of that cigarette. Even though the nicotine would have kept his hands steady, his mom never offered him another one, just smoked three more down to nothing before she gave up to the cold.

He watched as the bus parked its long body at the far end of the parking lot. Watched as the doors opened and the driver clambered down the steps to the ground. He was fat, rolls strained his khaki uniform as he fumbled with cubby doors marked “storage.” There was only one duffel bag in the black belly of the bus. Only one passenger. Rat wrapped his arms around his legs, hugged them in against his chest and watched. Somewhere in his periphery the chime of the door rang again. His mom and her lavender smell, the hurried pop of gum in her cheek, the way smoke still clung to her. She had to know that gum wasn’t enough.

Then a body came down the bus steps, propped on crutches it seemed uneasy with. They fumbled for purchase in the narrow stairway, first the left crutch, the body heaved down, the right, all of them fighting for space despite the clear lack. There were only three legs. Crutch, leg, crutch. Where a left leg should start, a nub of folded pant leg. Rat was grateful for the growing dark and the length of the parking lot. He could see the outline of the body, but no clear face. Didn’t want to see the face yet. Until his mom grabbed hold of his jacket and hauled him up.

“Get up—so fucking rude. Not even listening,” she said.

It was all too fast after that. The parking lot too small. The body next to the bus too familiar, getting closer, smiling, teeth colored with coffee, no stubble. Then everything stopped. The three of them stood a few feet apart with the churning engine and the dark and the cool air between them. Rat tried to find something to look at: the bus, the driver holding the duffel, the place a leg used to be, should have been. It was all there could be.

“Two years and you’ve got nothing for me?” His dad’s voice was the same. Maybe a little harsher, like it was coated in sand.

Rat didn’t look up. He imagined his dad, M4 in hand, spread low on the side of a dust-strewn street, bullets ripping out through enemies, all that sand getting up under his shemagh, down his throat, drying everything out. Somewhere, maybe too close, an explosion—and then? Nothing. Then this parking lot and the quiet darkness. Behind his dad’s not-leg a cockroach scuttled behind a tire and disappeared. His mom was crying. “Hey, Pops,” Rat said.

“Jacket looks good on you,” his dad said. He cupped the back of Rat’s head, pulled him in against his chest and held him there. “You look good.”

Rat stood there against his dad’s chest, closed his eyes, breathed in the strangeness of him. Dust, sweat, the sharp, decaying must of oil. Maybe it was just the bus. Maybe this was how his dad was supposed to be now. Then his dad let go and his mom was in Rat’s place, the sound of her happy sobbing too loud. The bus driver hovered and Rat found himself wandering down the length of the bus, looking up into the tinted windows, squinting hard to find another body, taking the duffel from the driver’s pudgy hands.

“Anyone else on there?” Rat said.

“You hoping for someone else?” the driver said.

He looked back at his parents, outlined in the sparse light from inside the bus, both of them clutching the other. “No,” Rat said.

His dad’s crutches had fallen to the ground at some point, and from this angle, with the dark and the way the light hit him, Rat could almost pretend he stood on two feet. Then he saw the shadows. Their bodies stretched three times their length, two distorted giants with three legs between them.

“Two year deployment. S’not a bad return rate,” the driver said. “Shame about the leg, though.”

Rat wheeled around and slammed the duffel into the man’s gut. The driver stumbled against the bus and the cubby slammed closed against his back. “Say shit about my dad again,” he said.

“You brat—you fucking crazy?”

His parents were quiet. The bus driver was quiet. All that was left was the echo of that cubby closing and the bus engine, like a clap of thunder without lightning, all of them left waiting for another flash of light, anything to count off of, to tell how close the storm was, when the next crash would come.

Rat spat on the asphalt. “I’ll be in the car,” he said.

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