#but this is the same kind of slime mold i found the other day and when u have a good camera it lookes like this !!

[dsmutp]

Learning Curve (C!Charlie Slimecicle x Reader)

Teaching Charlie was a delight.

When Quackity had put you up to the job, you hadn’t been too sure about it. Teaching someone how to be human (whatever that entailed) seemed like more than you had signed up for when you had become a resident of Las Nevadas - just imagining long hours of helping someone learn the intricacies of human life made your head ache. But Quackity had insisted, and you really had nothing better to do.

Three months into the job though, and you were quite attached to Charlie.

He was a wonderful student - eager to learn and bright enough that it never took him too long to grasp new concepts (though, as with any student, some things came more naturally than others) - and an even more wonderful friend. It was amazing how a sentient piece of goo (though it was really hard for you to think of him like that anymore) could be more kind and caring than half of the actual people you knew. 

You were pleased to say that Charlie had become quite fond of you as well. Though you were only supposed to spend six hours a day with him, oftentimes you wound up just spending your days together, wandering around the unfinished Las Nevadas after you had completed his schooling for the day, talking about whatever crossed your minds. Charlie was always eager to hear stories from your day to day life, and the amount of history he had seen just from being around for that many years never failed to make you gaze at him with wonder. 

It wouldn’t have been a stretch to say that he had become your best friend.

You certainly liked him enough - that goofy smile never failed to brighten your mood, even on the worst days, and though the slight fluidity of his skin had been off putting at first, through the amount of daps you shared, you had gotten used to it - come to enjoy it even, something that was uniquely Charlie.

For all his wonderful attributes though, there were still some times that you got a little exasperated with him. 

“Nope.” You sighed, watching as his arm bent the wrong way again. “You can’t just bend the joint that way, Charlie, that’s not how bones work.”

“But you said to hit the lever behind me..?” Charlie asked, righting his arm again. 

“Right, but with humans, remember, the joints don’t bend all the way around because of the bones.” You reminded him. “Just because your body can bend that way, doesn’t mean mine can.”

Charlie nodded slowly, but the confused look was still hovering in his eyes. 

“Do you want to go over joints and movement again?” You asked. 

Charlie smiled sheepishly. “Yes please.”

You stepped forward, extending your arms. You had done this exercise a few times before, just to help Charlie learn which body parts worked together and which joints moved in which directions. It was easy for him to forget though - his body didn’t really have limits to movement, being slime - and he had a bad habit of just throwing human joint movements away in exchange for what was the most easy at the time. 

Charlie placed his hands on your elbows, and you bent your arms, letting him feel how the joints moved and worked. “See? One way.”

“Right.” Charlie said, nodding now. His hands moved to your shoulders. “But these ones go all the way around?”

You rolled your shoulders, moving the ball joint in a circle. “Correct.”

His hands wandered down to your wrists. “Same as these?”

You rolled your wrists, nodding. 

From there, Charlie’s hands found your hips. “But these ones only go forward and backward.”

“For walking.” You said, nodding. “They can go out, a little - nothing too far though.” 

Charlie nodded, his eyes wandering over your body innocently. The first few times you had done this with him, you had been a little uncomfortable - it was strange, to be treated like a scientific model, slightly slimy hands running up and down your skin, asking what each of your joints and muscles did. But over time, you had gotten used to it - Charlie was only curious to learn, after all, and you were more than willing to help.

A hand over your crotch startled you, and you broke out of your train of thought, raising an eyebrow at Charlie. He only blinked at you though, saying, “You never said what this part’s for.”

You closed your eyes, steeling yourself. You had known this day would come, eventually - sex was a large part of human life, after all. You didn’t really want to be having ‘the talk’ with a sentient piece of goo that you had come to know and love, but you supposed it had had to come at some point. 

“It’s for sex, Charlie.”

Charlie’s eyebrows shot up. “You have a stripper pole on you?”

The comment was so out of place that you couldn’t help but bark out a laugh. “What?”

“A stripper pole.” Charlie repeated. “Like the one in the casino? Quackity said it was for sex-”

“No, no.” You said, cutting him off, still laughing. “Sex organs Charles, for the actual act. They’re part of basic human anatomy - everyone’s got some.”

Charlie’s eyes narrowed as he nodded, and movement under his pants caught your eye - the fabric shifted and pulled until it filled out a little more - like his very skin was reshaping itself to include what you had just told him. 

It was then that you realized that Charlie might be the answer to every sexual fantasy you had ever had. 

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It didn’t take much convincing to get Charlie into bed with you.

You had always known that he had had something of a puppy dog crush on you - just from the way that he hung on your every word, even when you weren’t teaching, and followed you around like a little duckling. You had stopped yourself from doing anything about it though, telling yourself that it would be wrong, that he was your student - but those sentiments had faded the more time you had spent together outside of the teaching. 

They were completely gone now, as you tossed Charlie’s pants over the side of the bed. Though you were both naked as the day you were born, he was perfectly comfortable, sprawled out on the pillows like he owned the place. 

“So, again,” He started. “You want me to put my dick inside you? But not detach it? And thats sex?”

“The basics of it.” You said. “Simple stuff, really. You tell me if you don’t like it though - I don’t know exactly how it’ll feel for you.”

Charlie nodded, arranging his arms underneath his head with a smile. “I am ready to sex.”

You laughed as you straddled his hips, gently wrapping a hand around his cock and aligning it with your hole, just pressing his tip against your entrance. “Promise you’ll tell me to stop if it feels bad, okay? Just because I wanted to try this doesn’t mean you have to suck it up for me.”

“Promise.” Charlie assured you. “I won’t pretend to like it just because you do- hhh.”

You sank down on his cock, reveling at the feeling - there was almost no stretch as he entered you, the slime of his body simply moving like a liquid, filling out your insides completely without having the painful stretch around your entrance. Every nerve ending in you lit up at the contact - the slime filled every space without pushing too far - Charlie’s cock had molded to you completely, hitting all your spots without even trying.

“Wow.” You breathed, placing the palms of your hands on Charlie’s chest. “This is- wow. How’re you feeling Charlie?”

Underneath you, Charlie was in a daze, eyes glazed over as he stared at some point past your shoulder. His mouth moved, but only a long string of syllables came out - more like a moan than any real words.

“Descriptors, love.” You prompted, shifting to place your hands on either side of his face. 

Charlie let out a breathy whimper, his hands finding purchase on your hips, squeezing the skin there. “Good.” He said. “Very very good, uh, sort of tingly? And warm? I-I don’t really know words for it…”

You smiled, caressing his hair. “Good.” You said. It was good to know that it felt pleasurable for him - you weren’t quite sure how slime anatomy worked, and if human sex was something that he would enjoy, but now that you knew it felt as good for him as it did for you, you had no intention of holding back.

You began to rock, slowly, rolling your hips over Charlie’s and letting his cock begin to rub against your walls. Charlie’s fingers dug into your hips more as his breathing canted upwards, instinct taking over as he bucked up into you a few times. You welcomed the movement, using the momentum to fuck yourself down on him harder, savoring the feeling of him running over your nerves, lighting you up from the inside. 

Charlie let out another whimper, and you leaned down to press a kiss to his lips, still keeping your hands framed gently around his face. Charlie kissed back eagerly, releasing his little whimpers and moans into your mouth now, the hands at your hips moving up to your lower back, holding on for dear life.

“You’re doing so well.” You cooed, feeling that familiar coil begin to tighten in your gut. “You’re a natural, Charlie.”

“Really?” Charlie said, a grin overtaking his features. His slimy complexion really didn’t allow for a blush, but you could see the flushed pride just in his expression.

“Really.” You gasped out as a particularly good thrust made your head spin. Your hands fell from Charlie’s face as you instead buried your face into the crook of his neck with a groan, rolling your hips down with more intensity now, chasing your orgasm. Without the painful stretch in the beginning, you were reaching it so much more quickly now - though it probably also helped that Charlie’s cock had become a perfect fill for your insides too - leaving no nerve ending spared.

“Mmmm.” Charlie tipped his head back as he moaned, lips pressing together into a thin line. “It feels different now.” He said, voice shaky. “Bigger, I think?” He tried. 

“That’s supposed to happen.” You said, speeding up your thrusts, for both your sake and Charlie’s. You were getting to the brink of orgasm now, the pleasure making it’s way all the way down your legs and to your toes. It was only a moment more before you were shaking with it, the rolling of your hips slowing as you rode out your high. 

Charlie groaned underneath you, tipping his head back into the pillows as the slime inside you rippled, the sensation making you moan at the strangeness of it. You hadn’t really known what his orgasm was going to look (or feel) like, but you hadn’t been expecting that. 

For a moment, you just laid there, head still tucked under Charlie’s jaw as you both caught your breath, just feeling him breathe.

“That was pretty fun.” Charlie said. “It felt weird, but good weird.”

You sat up, rolling off him to sprawl out on the rest of the bed, his cock sliding out as easily as it had gone in. “Glad you liked it.” You said, letting yourself stretch out into a boneless heap. “For your first time ever, you were really good, Charlie.”

Charlie beamed at the praise, and you pressed a kiss to his cheek. You were definitely going to be doing that again.

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[incandescent-eden]

31 Days of Horror - Rot (3)

A day late because I got very distracted last night, but here is day 3 of 31 days of horror!

Total word count: 1153

TW / CW : unreality, self harm ( namely, scratching and washing hands in water that’s too hot ), descriptions of wounds, body horror, body horror involving mushrooms, vein mentions, numbness, unhealthy relationships, lack of communication in relationships, internalized racism, negative self image

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Daniel didn’t remember how it started, to be honest. For as long as he could remember, probably, but he knew he wasn’t born with the rot.

When he was younger, maybe around five or so, his skin was bad. His mother would wrap gauze around his fingers and hands until he fell asleep dreaming of trees and roots, of his hands pushing through the bark, grasping at the burst of light through the tiny crack. He would wake up in the morning in the golden sunlight, and silently allow his mom to unwrap the gauze. The little cotton pieces would cling to his fingers, little puffs of white stark against darkened wounds, like dandelion spores floating across his path.

Supposedly, then, it started before he was five.

“Stop that,” his mom would cluck, when he found his hand scraping against his thighs and calves and the crooks of his elbows.

The thing about picking at your skin, of course, is that, eventually, the skin breaks.

“What do you have to be stressed about?” his father would ask, flippantly. There was a lightness in his tone, one that suggested he was joking, like Daniel couldn’t possibly have anything to be stressed about. Mr. Lee peeled a ripe banana as he spoke.

Daniel hated bananas. He said nothing, only shook his head, even as his fingers wormed their way to his palm, his thumb, the fingers of his other hand.

“Can you pick up some bananas at the store?” Tyler had asked Daniel a few weeks earlier on his grocery run. “I’ll pay you back.”

“Sure,” Daniel replied, and he had come back, arms full, to the apartment.

The bananas sat rotting and brown, completely untouched, on top of the microwave.

Daniel grimaced, pinching the top of the bunch between his thumb and forefinger. Slowly, he pulled. He was halfway to the trash can in their tiny kitchen when the bananas sloughed off from their stems and hit the floor with a dull splat. The kitchen was filled with the smell of banana. Daniel sighed.

He cleaned up as best as he could, and then washed his hands. A small note by the sink reminded him to buy mushrooms and more bananas. Daniel frowned, scrubbing harder at his hands. The hot water helped, rushing from the faucet. It pounded and stung, but it washed away the smell of rotting banana, and scratched at the deep displeasure he couldn’t reach under his skin.

Drying his hands, he walked out, grabbing his keys to go grocery shopping. Bananas. Again.

Daniel hated bananas. The first time he had been called a banana, he was nine years old, and he had worn the name with pride. It meant he was well spoken, it meant he fit in. Cantonese was such an ugly language, he told himself.

The walk to the grocery store was short, but cold. One of those staticky days when the sky was gray and the trees were barren and wet. The sky was dark gray, threatening to snow. Daniel loved the first snow, the way the snowflakes twirled at varying tempos. It stuck to his jacket and hair and brows, caught on the dead skin around old scars.

His fingers were already numb.

The grocery store was wonderfully warm. Stifling, even, at first, when he breathed in and the air was no longer charged and crisp. His hands prickled as they warmed inside his pockets. He grabbed a shopping basket and paused.

There were white mushrooms growing from the minuscule scrapes in his fingers, stacked like teeth protruding from so many tiny mouths.

He probably should have been horrified. Terrified, even. Instead, Daniel rolled back his shoulder. Sighed. The numbness grew over his lungs, spreading through his blood.

His fingers flashed in the bright lights of the wrapped produce on the sides of the aisle as he reached for the carton of diced mushrooms. A small part of him laughed. What need had he of diced mushrooms, when he had as many as he wanted growing from him already?

Mushrooms break down organic matter, he recalled from his childhood lessons. They grew on rotting trees, and rotted living trees, and they broke down the nutrients to return it to the earth. It was a cycle.

What cycle was this? The cycle of telling himself he didn’t need to get everything done? That he should tell Tyler if something bothered him? That he was good enough, that he just was too busy for a relationship right now?

Sometimes, when he had to say hi to Jenna, when she came to the apartment to visit Tyler, it felt like his tongue was wrapped in the same gauze with which his mom used to wrap his hands. Woolly and thick and padded, like he could hurt himself or his friends with that sharp tongue if he didn’t keep it wrapped.

Sometimes, he could taste the rot. It sloshed down his throat as he swallowed half-formed thoughts, salty and viscous. He pictured it whenever he swallowed, pretended like nothing was wrong even though every forced smile brought another mouthful of noxious orange slime mold, sliding down his throat centimeter by centimeter. His throat was coated with bark, must have been. It felt so fuzzy and thick.

He was still standing in the middle of the store, his hand outstretched. Daniel shook his head, clearing away the thoughts. Grabbed a thing of mushrooms wrapped in the plastic. He scratched at his skin.

The veins on the back of his hand looked different. Thinner, more plentiful. Come to think of it, his hands were starting to prickle again, a different kind of prickling this time.

From the cracks of his fingers, the mushrooms pushed outward, hard like bone shards, struggling to breach his skin.

Daniel sighed, walked to the bananas. They were still green and hard, firm to the touch. Daniel picked up the first bunch within his reach and tossed it in the basket.

The bananas sat on top of the microwave the rest of the week. Daniel watched them as he washed his hands. There were five bananas in the bunch.

He washed his hands in hot water, counting the bananas. Twenty seconds. Count one banana per second. Four times.

The bananas were dark yellow now, spotted with brown.

It was getting harder and harder to wash his hands. White, brittle mushrooms broke through hands as cracked as forest oak bark.

“Hey,” Daniel said, shaking his hands to dry them. The skin that could still be seen through the bursting white fungus was pink and puffy. The veins of the mushrooms under his skin bulged. “The bananas are ripe.”

“Oh yeah, thanks,” said Tyler, as he went back to video calling Jenna. Daniel said nothing as more slime mold slid down his throat.

Five mushy bananas kept Daniel company two weeks later as he rinsed white covered hands and arms.

#writeblr #horror #31 days of horror #creative fiction #original writing #original story #horror fiction #reevie writes #tw: unreality #tw: self harm #tw: body horror #tw: negative self image #tw: unhealthy relationship #tw: internalized racism #please read the trigger warnings on all of my horror posts! I don't want anyone to get hurt!

[wolf-with-no-pelt]

The Vermin’s Gift

                                                   Mood Music

It was dark, and cold outside. An empty city street stretching one way and another in a sliver of concrete grey that faded into obscurity as the safety of the city's street lights grew so dull that they barely mattered anymore, in the distance. 

Gentle swirls of snowflakes drifted down from the dark heavens, the stars hardly seen through the haze of Consequence's light pollution. 

Late enough that the houses and apartment complexes that lined the streets were under the embrace of slumber, with curtains drawn. No one would know that a young woman had pried open a manhole cover just enough to shift it to one side and leave a small opening to ease her way down into, until her boots found the hard metal of the ladder attached to the stonework wall. 

The sewer she had chosen wasn't for any real grand reason. It was just close to her apartment complex. Figuring if she was going to clear anything out, it should be a place where it might do some good to her living block. 

The echo of her boots striking the ladder's rungs was desperately loud, harsh in her ears when all she wanted to do was be so quiet. Once she was low enough, she braced herself on the ladder in a way that let her reach up with both hands and slide the cover nearly into place. A little tilted so that she could climb back up later, but not wreck any car that might pass over it. Plunging her into near complete darkness, if not for the pinpricks of faint light streaming through the holes of the cover, and the lamp she clicked on, strapped to her brow the way workers would do. Letting her touch down on the stone pathway on one side of the stream of sewer sludge and glance around with a path of brightness. 

In the underbelly, there is no snow. Only the cold, the wet, and the thin layers of disgusting ice. Everything suddenly threatens to give a bit of frostbite if anyone lingers too long in one place. but at least there's that concrete pathway. Lumi doesn't have to sift her way through three feet of sewage water to get anywhere. 

Lumiere had dressed warmly in a long sleeved turtleneck shirt and an outfitted vest with pockets and some protection. An item that she had pilfered from her cousin's closet. Dark jeans and boots that went up to the knee to hopefully protect her feet from any crud that might splash around if she ended up having to slosh her way through piss and shit. The smell was enough to make her eyes water with it, burning acridly in her nose though she did her best to ignore it and keep her mouth shut. 

Except for the incessant dripping sound all around, it's quiet. But does that mean its peaceful? The lamp on her forehead doesn't reveal anything out of the ordinary, but a keen eye will eventually spot the difference between normal brown sewer sludge and the occasional strange streak of green sludge along the path. 

Taking a few steps in either direction, it took several minutes until she began to notice the difference in sludge hues. At first thinking it was just some mold, before realizing there wasn't enough to be that sort of thing. 

The spirit in Lumi's phone suddenly beeps, contacted by an outside messenger.

The beep of her phone sent her shooting up in surprise, releasing a noise like a smothered yelp while she scrambled to pull her phone out and check the message. Puffing out a white gasp of a breath.

It’s a strange message from another communication drone. Not a written text, but almost like an open line requesting permission to connect and open a direct private line from one caller to the next.

After a second of indecision, the Glass Walker reached into one of the pockets of her vest and retrieved a small ear piece. Blue toothing it with her phone so that she could be hands free after giving permission. Tucking the piece into her ear and waiting with bated breath for the other end to speak up. Nervous apprehension crawling down her spine in dreadful worry.

“Lumiere,” the familiar robotic voice of Penny crackles over the line.She doesn't sound surprised, but there might have been a little curiosity to see if the other Theurge would pick up. “I'm calling you through our Fetishes. They'll make sure no one interferes or tries to listen in.” Some soft clicking fills the static air over the phone call. “I assume you've made it into the sewers. I'm sending you an Umbral map of the immediate area.” Lumi's phone beeps again. “I've been sending drones through these tunnels for days and they've picked up on strange activity in the pipes North of you.” 

The immediate relief that poured through Lumber was astounding. Finding more comfort in the droning voice of Bad Penny than she had ever thought possible. If it had been Locutus on the other end of the line, she wasn't sure what she would have done.

When Lumi is able to download the map sent from Penny's spirit to hers, a greenish pixilated network of the tunnels appears. Almost like a 90s maze game. Where Lumi stands, there is a bright blue dot, gently flashing. There is the occasional moving green dot that blink in and out before disappearing off the map, but never in any specific pattern. Then there is a vague spattering of blinking red dots far up ahead on the edge of the map as if she's not near enough to get their exact location. Just their general direction. 

Breathing a fraction easier, the woman held her phone up when it beeped again. The map that downloaded was less extensive than the one she had poured over after getting the blueprints for the area, but this one apparently had the activity of.. something. More than one type of something. Apprehension came swirling back, clicking down her spine through every notch with icy fingers while she trained her light ahead of her to study the tunnel as though she could catch a glimpse of any of the red dots.

“Have you noticed anything strange yet?"

Keeping her voice low, the woman started forward quietly in the direction of the red grouping. “So far, just some weird slime."

“Weird,” Penny repeats Lumi's choice of word to describe the green slime, but there isn't any inflection of opinion in her flat tone. The tapping on a keyboard continues. “Whatever it is up ahead, the drones refuse to venture any closer than 100 feet. I got one about 50 feet away, but lost the signal immediately. My hypothesis is it's a nest of some kind, and the scouts are taking out my spiders.  I advise you to get close enough to see for yourself. But do not engage.” A pause. “And maybe take a sample of the slime."

"Great.” The sarcasm in Lumiere’s voice was palpable, cutting off her tongue like a razor blade as Bad Penny offered up the information. She had known there was something down here, or she wouldn't have chosen the sewer. But the fact that it was sentient enough to be taking out drones was a different story. 

None of this seemed to bode well for her, wishing for the first time in a long time, that she had her pack to watch her back. But they'd gone to Earth and had been staying there for some time... shaking off the melancholy that threatened to drag her down, she crouched down next to a thin patch of the green sludge to examine it more closely. Fussing into a pocket to find a baggie that had been holding something else and emptying it out. Turning it inside out so that she could scrape up some of the sludge, then turn the bag back right side out. Flattening it down and closing it, rolling it and stuffing it into a pocket. 

Then she was moving again, following the map that she had been sent, but also trying to keep an eye out ahead of her lest something appeared that wasn't on the map.

Nothing out of the ordinary except for the random streaks of weird green slime along the path. Like a slug trying to get somewhere fast. The keyboard typing eventually stops. “I'm not very adept at picking up social cues, but I may have detected a bit of discomfort. Correct me if I'm wrong, but do you require company on this assignment?”

The shriek of a rat passes by as one darts out from a crack in the tunnel wall and dives onto a small pile of trash floating in the water. 

Lumiere’s lips thinned at the question, silent for several long moments on her end of the line. Slowing down in her steps while she swallowed thickly against the sudden lump in her throat. It was always the worst of times when everything came rushing in. 

Breathing in sharply to suck in the sickly, malodorous air into her lungs as a way of staving everything off, she jolted at the rat that darted in and out of view.  

“I was just thinking it would have been nice if my pack was here. But no, I don't require company. Thank you."

Quiet again. then the droning monotone voice returns. "A pack is a good thing to have. Or so I've heard.” 

“Sometimes.” The Twilight Travelers had been family... had been some of the most important people in her life. People she could have trusted to watch her back... to keep her safe, no matter what. Up until that illusion had been shattered so thoroughly, that there was no putting the pieces back together again. She wished The Bleeding Edge could have been something like that, but they spent so much time apart that.. there would never be the same level of familiarity. 

Back to furiously typing. "I'm going to stay on the line anyways. Keep it open. If you need me, let me know.”

“Thank you.” Another mote of gratitude, whispered. Having the line open was a comfort that she couldn't really admit to. 

Lumi's phone beeps.

“Furthest drone ten feet in front of you. What do you see up ahead?"

She straightened, growing more alert if that were somehow possible. Straining to see through the darkness, and listening for anything that sounded out of the ordinary. Sweeping her light to and fro slowly, to make sure she wasn't missing anything.

Darkness. Besides the immediate shine of dirty water and icy sludge on grimy walls. a few steps further and the narrow tunnel begins to widen, opening up into a larger chamber with a vent shaft up above where a metal grate probably leads to the surface streets. This is a junction of all the other tunnels in this network, where they cross and meet in one spot. 

Nothing seems out of the ordinary at first. Except a sudden waft of suffocating rot rushes up her nose and shoves itself down her throat, invading every pore of her body.

Lumiere gagged at the reek, the rotting stench coating her tongue, and throat, all the way down into her lungs. Clamping a hand over her mouth to smother out the sound of her choking and struggling to get it under control before she retched. Watering eyes peering around wildly to hunt down the source. 

There, in the darkness of the entrance of the tunnel across from hers, crawling out of the icy water, a moving blob of sludge and sewage. It gurgles and growls wetly, soiled toilet paper and pieces of junk sticking out of it. It looks the size of a dog, faster than it should be, rolling its way out and around the circular path that lines the chamber. 

It pauses before each tunnel, almost as if inspecting something, coming closer to the Glass Walker’s each time. 

“Lumiere,” the boring buzz of Bad Penny’s voice gives no real comfort, having no clue what's going on other than Lumi hasn't responded. 

The putrid stench of the creature is definitely tainted. This thing is of the Wyrm.

"I don't know what it is. Definitely Wyrm though. Sewage blob.” The only thing she could really think to describe it. Staring for a long moment in disgusted horror before she prompted herself to bring her phone up. Tapping along the screen to pull up a night vision view of the creature so that she could capture a few images and a video for as long as she could, until it was too dangerous.

 Stepping back into the darkness of the tunnel she had been going through as she listened to the creature grow closer, sending off the info through the connected line back to Bad Penny... mind racing in a wild frenzy of thoughts. Trying to figure out how she was supposed to destroy this thing.

Animated typing is her only response over the call for a while. Then a neutral grunt. "Definitely weird.” Lumi can hear the repetitive zipzip of a computer mouse scrolling. "That is called a H'ruggling. It's an elemental Wyrm spirit. So it should be in the Umbra, not on the mundane side of the gauntlet. And they're never alone.” More typing, and her voice never changes. No concern, no irritation. Just a calm confusion. "They prefer safety in numbers, hiding around Blights and Hellholes. They're dangerous in droves, but alone...it's just a Gaffling spirit. You could easily terminate it on your own. Are you sure you don't see anything else? Have you checked the Umbra?”

The tiny flame of hope she'd had that this was all it was, petered out as swiftly as it had arrived the more Bad Penny spoke.

“Not yet.” A part of her wanted to lament how hard it was to cross over. Blame it on some lingering effects from Adam Haupt and what he had done to them all not long ago before his death. It was easier than trying to explain that her connection with the spiritual world had been diminishing since the Rift had been blown open before her very eyes. 

With a hand still pressed over her mouth and nose in an effort to stave off the disgusting odor, she pulled out a small compact mirror from one of her numerous pockets. Adjusting her stance so that her belongings would fall to the ground and not in the sludge, if she were somehow successful. 

Angling her phone over the mirror enough to create a reflection for her to stare into she dredged up the connection that was tenuous and thin. Digging in deep to the cooling rush of Gnosis that felt just as out of reach as the Rage was. Trying to remember how it felt when it flowed through her... calm and icy, serene and maddening. 

Several long moments pass, her heart picking up pace with each passing moment that still had her standing on the dirty concrete. Growing more desperate while the seconds ticked by and the noise of the H'ruggling came closer. Until finally, the barest brush of webs and the free-floating sensation of drifting before gravity caught hold and she was falling. Drifting forward with an aching slowness that felt like an eternity.

When Lumi finally manages to drift forward and step into the Umbra, all her non-dedicated material items falling off and remaining behind, the stench of the Wyrmling spirit worsens. As does the sight before her. 

There are actually four H'rugglings in total, three of them crawling up the curved walls in protective positions while the one scans things on the ground below.

It was even worse than she had thought it might be. A horrendous stench that made her want to vomit up the little bit of food she'd managed to eat earlier. And there were THREE more of those nasty things. 

What are they protecting? A heavy, fleshy sack. Red, inflamed tissue and thick, inky black veins pulsing and throbbing with life as it hangs from the ventilation shaft up above. The Wyrm taint thickens in the Umbral air here as she looks upon it. 

The positioning had her eyes trailing, landing on the putrid sack that hung from the shaft. 

This was wrong. All wrong. Her fingers twitched, an instinctive, aching urge to fix this burgeoning deep down in her bones. But all she did was stare at the thing, until Penny's voice came through again. It was so hard to breathe.

“What's going on now? What do you see?” Penny's voice still crackles through the blue tooth, aided by their fetishes to keep the two Theurges connected even through the Gauntlet. 

“There's three more. And some... sack. Looks like living tissue. Really gross, with black lines."

“Three more. Understood. Still manageable. You should be able to take them out easily enough.” Should being the key word. Even if Penny does suspect Lumiere's Harano state, she gives no indication of it. No modifications. No easy way out. Either Lumi admits she needs help, or she finds a clever way to deal with the problem on her own despite her disability.

“A sack. Not a nest? Can you capture an image of the sack and send it?”

Thankfully, her phone is her Fetish. So she lifted Cybernetica to capture a quick picture and send it off to Penny. Watching the creatures closely and looking for anything she could potentially use to clean these things up. Taking the time to think, while she still could.

"Got it. That is a Breeder Bane. It's basically a womb." 

Lumi's phone buzzes in her hand quietly. An image had been sent of information on the Breeder. 

Reading the tiny blurb of information scrolling across her screen was enough to send vomit surging up. Acid burning in the back of her throat that stung and threatened to climb past the prison bars of her teeth. She'd thought it was hard to breathe before with the reek, but now it felt like she couldn't get any air into her lungs at all. The world warbled in her vision, rounding out in a fish eye's view before snapping back into focus with a hard bite of teeth against her lip. Enough to taste the copper-salt against her tongue and bring everything keenly back into focus, because now wasn't the time to lose it with a panic attack. Now wasn't the time to relive the memories. Nothing could stop the gaunt shadows from passing through her thoughts, silhouettes of memories that had been firmly branded into her mind, but she could square her attention on the task at hand. Crumble later, and let the stinging wetness in her eyes come to fruition.

“The Ferectoi are basically kings among the Fomori. Powerful, cunning, instinctively malevolent. Worst of all, they can blend into mortal society with ease. They have full understanding of human weaknesses and are very good at exploiting those weaknesses. To great effect.” Bad Penny stopped typing. "It needs to be destroyed. As soon as possible.”

Whatever was inside the sack twitched in its fetal pose and slowly turned in the fluids within.

Lumiere exhaled a trembling breath, watching the thing twist inside of its sack with a sickening fascination before she finally pried her attention away to start searching for any spirits that might still be lingering. Not that she had much hope in that regard.

Other than the H'rugglings before her and the drones behind her, there doesn't seem to be any spirits nearby. The sludge banes have done well to keep them away, protecting their future prince. Even the water spirits that might have dwelled here once in the city's plumbing have been tainted by now. 

There is, however, small bits of evidence of other spirits that passed through here not too long ago. Like animal tracks, the spiritual traces left behind are unique. Rat spirits. Snakes. Raccoon. Possum. But without experience with those specific spirits, it would be hard to tell which tracks belongs to which spirit. And how to summon them out of their Umbral hidy holes. 

This whole place was messed up, and she hadn't really thought that there would be very many options. Some kind of animals, but she didn't have a lot of experience with beast spirits, other than those she'd managed to commune to, to learn her Gifts. And what use would they be anyway? 

“Are you sure you do not require assistance?”

Penny probably didn't even mean it in any way, but it felt like a kick to the gut. Knowing full well that she wasn't going to be able to do anything - she'd been prepared to handle things on the mundane side of the veil, where she'd had her weapons enchanted so that they could actually do something to a Bane, or whatever dastardly thing might be skulking about. Everyone else would know what to do. They could just shift and take care of the problem. Kolina could probably urge those animal spirits out to help her. Arthur would have some invention that he could have used. She just had a load of nothing. 

The H'ruggling crawling closer toward Lumi's tunnel stops, then continues rolling. And rolling, skipping over the next two tunnel entrances and seemingly headed toward hers. Fortunately, the sludge banes above still haven't noticed her.  “I don't really know what to do."

“Hmm.” Still, no real trace of concern. Definitely not a people person. "I think Cybernetica is picking something up.” 

Maybe it's a saving grace that Penny didn't seem to comprehend what the admission had meant. This admission that had felt like a knife scraping against bone, wouldn't mean much in the end. 

Lumi's phone buzzes quietly and the spirit in her devices brings up the pixilated map. But it's not about the red dot of the H'ruggling coming closer. It seems a large blue dot is coming up from behind. 

Dark eyes shifted from the approaching Wyrm fiend, down to her phone when it buzzed. Penny's words echoed in her head while a shiver cut down her spine at the sudden approach of a blue dot. Smothering out the urge to take a step back - in either direction - to put distance between herself and the H'ruggling, and what had came upon her back. 

When Lumi turns, beady yellow eyes glow in the darkness. Right at eye-level. Maybe a littler higher. There's a low, lazy hissing sound like a fat, wary mammal coming across something it's never seen before. It steps forward again and Lumi's lamp illuminates the long pointed snout of a possum spirit, whiskers twitching. 

Surprise shot through her, heartbeat drumming a wild pattern in her chest that she could feel down in her fingertips with the way her vision shook. A possum spirit.

She stood stock still, letting the spirit to get her scent. Here in the Umbra, easily seen by a spirit - patterns of ashy smudges across the young Glass Walker. Filaments of faded grey drifting off her skin the way fog steamed off the surface of a lake in the early morning. The faint waft of Harano that had begun to sink its teeth into the young woman.

Gnosis is still close enough to the surface of everything that it isn't so hard to tap into it again. Plucking at a thread to activate a Gift for a short while that would allow her to understand what the Possum was saying, and to be able to speak back effectively. 

"Wolf? Smells like wolf. But not wolf." The marsupial hisses again, this time more curious than hostile. "Smells like sad wolf. Not many wolves down here. Not even bad dancing wolves. Only H'rugglings. Only Breeder. Bad things. Eating drones. Need killing. You need killing? Who aaaaare you?" 

“Lumiere. Glass Walker Theurge.” There's danger at her back, but she did her best to be respectful and not rush through everything. Panic a tremor in her fingers, realizing at the same time that the spirit had children. "And yes, I need help killing these bad things.”

In her experience with the Gnawers, Lumi might remember somewhere in the very bottom recesses of her memory that while Possum is more about deception and escape, she is also known to be a fierce adversary when cornered. Especially when protecting the young and defenseless, as a mama possum would with her own babies in her pouch.In fact, a closer look will reveal a few beady eyes peeking out from this spirit's pouch. 

Somehow, the moment felt a little like Cockroach had given its blessing. Managing to somehow survive the worst of times with nothing more than a hard shell and a knack for navigating tight spaces.

"Good." Possum’s long, pointy claws scrape lightly against the concrete, digging up frosty sewage slime and eating it. Whiskers still twitching. 

She had to fight down the gag at the sight of the spirit eating the rotten sewage sludge.

Then the H'ruggling suddenly rolls right into their tunnel entrance, fazing from the mundane and back into the Umbra realm where they are when it senses Lumi's head lamp. 

Before it can gurgle an alarm, Possum strikes, her arm extending farther than it possibly should. those long dirty claws piercing the blob and quickly dragging it into the tunnel and within the circle of light that Lumi projects with her lamp.

Within a second, Possum unhinges her jaw and swallows the elemental bane whole. Gulp. 

She twisted to face the H'ruggling as it came oozing in, eyes widening a fraction to see what became of the Wyrm creature. 

Possum smacked her lips, staring Lumi in the soul, her yellow eyes glowing brighter as shadows wrap around her limbs in obscurity.

Feeling like her soul really was being laid out for viewing, and somehow... somehow, being deemed worthy enough to receive the gift. 

"I will help you climb. I will give you claws. As payment, bring other H'rugglings to me." Possum opens her maw again and breathes on Lumi. Instead of the rotten smell of the sludge she just ate, Possum's breath has a earthy, savory scent. like she just ate some steak smothered in mushrooms. Warmth spreads in Lumi's arms and travels down to her fingertips. When she looks, long marsupial claws have grown there. Shadowy, spiritual, deadly.

The faint quiver of her fingers was lost in the dusky shadows wrapping her arms, hit full force by a warm breath that she had to brace herself against. Only to find, that she hadn't needed to at all. It wasn't a fetid stench, but something aromatic. Inspecting her arms as the tingling heat spread down them, she found claws tipping her fingers. Dark and dangerous. This was a gift meant for violence, for devouring and harming. But for the first time in a long time, there was a mote of peace inside of her even if it would only be temporary. A settling, as she flexed the claws and dipped her chin at Possum with gratitude.

"Like Possum, you will be immune to their toxins. Now go, sad wolf."

Lumiere moved closer to the opening of the tunnel after the command. No less nervous or apprehensive, but no longer was there a worry of what might happen if she couldn't shift in time. Ticking the claws against the grimy tunnel wall to attract the attention of the H'rugglings.

Soft, gentle gurgles halt. Then one by one the sludge banes crawling on the ceiling turn and seem to glance in Lumi's direction. Two of them start rolling her way with disgusting, wet screeches. The third crawls closer to the womb sack protectively.

Possum had said climb... so she climbed. Heading up the side of the tunnel wall so that the H'rugglings wouldn't see her, and head directly to the awaiting spirit so that she could gobble them up as she had the first. 

Even if she hadn't been gifted with the claws, Lumi would suddenly find it strangely easy to find purchase on the wall. With the claws, she climbs faster than the H'rugglings crawl. 

Still they follow her blindly into the tunnel, easily on the attack, thinking they outnumber this slim creature that has invaded their space.

When Lumi finds her way back out into the wider chamber where the sack is, leaving the other two banes to their fate...she hears the near distant shriek of fear and pain as they are most likely swallowed whole. 

She couldn't fight off the faint shiver when she heard the dull shrieks of the banes as they were eaten, but like everything else, they would be something to remember later on. 

The third one clings to the side of the Breeder sack and screeches at the opening of the tunnel Lumi has left behind. 

Focusing on the sack and the final bane with her sneaky approach.

Suddenly, it detects her stealthy approach, rolling around and spraying her with a stream of sludge and sewage. Disgusting, putrid, filth and soiled water right at the face. Usually toxic, even for Garou, but even when it tingles against Lumi's skin...it seems to slide right off. Possum's immunity to snake venom and other toxins at work within the Theurge's body. 

She stopped breathing, desperately hoping to keep her stomach under control even as it threatened to rebel against her. Not wasting a second, hoping to use the bane's possible confusion when its attack didn't work, to vault forward and catch onto the fleshy sack with her claws. Intending to dangle from it in close proximity to the bane. But not lingering. Fully intending to let her claws shred down the womb like entity in a quick evisceration until gravity caught ahold of her and would drag her down. Taking hunks and pieces of the fleshy sack with her descent. 

All the thick fluids and flesh inside comes spilling out, splashing Lumi on the way down. The fetus inside is eerily human. and it too falls, dropping into the dirty water. 

This time, she does retch. Bile dribbling from her lips and coating her chin, but anyone would be hard pressed to find it among the amniotic fluids and sludge that coated her.

The H'ruggling loses its position on the torn and deflated sack, tumbling down and trying to cling to Lumi's leg with metal shrapnel digging into her skin as it shrieks.

She hit the ground hard on her feet, stumbling forward to get out of the way. But finding that the creature had latched onto her, and each movement made the metal shards twist in deeper. Stumbling not forward, but onto her knees instead. Slick with vile fluids and reeking to high heaven. The absolute dream. 

With a hard huff of air that burned in her throat from the acid, she kicked out hard against the creature, reaching to slash out with her dark claws just to get it off of her. Pain a sharp, drilling sensation curling up through her leg and into her knee, while blood spilled. Sucking in breath after breath and not daring to look at the fetus.

Her claws make wet, sloppy ribbons of the H'ruggling. It dies quickly, and the immediate danger is suddenly gone. 

Blissful silence fills the chambers. 

The fetus floating in the water is harmless, especially now that it won't be able to grow into the deadly Ferectoi prince it could have been. 

It's so disgusting. Made her want to vomit again. It didn't even matter anymore, that the ground was slimy and gross, all she could do was lay back on the cold ground and breathe. The Galliard's stories were always glorious, and she couldn't help but wonder why her endings were always so shabby and bleak. 

The drip..drip..drip of distant water drops comes back into focus. And then the scraping of claws on slimy cement nears. 

Forcing herself to sit up she kept her head turned away from the fetus. 

The pointed snout of Possum pokes out of the tunnel entrance, sniffing. "Bad things, dead things now. Sad wolf can keep climb. Sad wolf can keep claws. In Umbra. Outside Umbra. If cornered, they will show.” Possum crawled a little further out into Lumi's lamp light. Her yellow eyes still glowing brightly as little squeaks come from her pouch. "Only if sad wolf makes promise to defend all young. And from now on...try to balance out the sad again."

Mildly surprised at the words, she glanced down at the claws. "Thank you.” With the Chiminage put forth, all she could do was agree. "I will.”

When Lumi agrees, Possom comes near and pushes her snout to the Theurge. Then she moves past and devours the dead bane, only to slide into the water and also eat the fetus. 

Another sickening wave of nausea as the fetus is eaten, finding her knees and hands, then her feet. Pain sparking up as a rough reminder of what had transpired. Healing would take time.

Eventually, she departs down one of the other tunnels, disappearing completely into the depths of the Umbra. 

Lumi was completely alone. 

Except for the sudden crackling over her blue tooth. 

"Lumiere. Can you hear me?" A bit of uncharacteristic frustration colors Penny's usually robotic voice.

“Yeah, I'm here.” Her voice is rough, like she'd been crying. Hoarse, from the acid.

“I heard everything.” The static thickens on the call, but at least its reconnected. “Are you hurt?"

At least she hadn't babbled anything condemning. "Just my leg. One of them got ahold of me.” She closed her eyes against the weariness, and then focused again. Digging in for the strands of Gnosis that were tucked away, to work her way through the Gauntlet. Less time than before, but by no means an easy feat like other Garou seemed to have it. Stuck, swaying in place for several minutes until the sensation of floating forward overtook her, and she was drifting to the other side.

The static sharpens then clears when Lumi passes through the Gauntlet. 

Her head instinctively strayed to one side as though to get away from the harsh static, but she relaxed as it eased finally. Leaving Penny's voice to come through crystal clear.

“You've done well. The drones are scanning the area now. Looks clear. Do you require me to come pick you up?"

"No. I live nearby, so I can get cleaned up there.” She gathered her clothing. Pulling items on enough that it wouldn't be strange for a woman to be outside walking; taking care with her injured leg. Slinking back the way she had come with a limp, until she found the ladder and manhole cover. "I appreciate the offer, though. Just let me know the next time you want to meet up."

There's a small sigh of acceptance on the other end as the keyboard tapping stops. "How about you get some rest. Get healed up. Then come find me. Is that okay with you?"

“Sounds perfect to me.” Creeping up the ladder, Lumiere lifted the cover enough to peer down the street and ensure that no one was out there. As soon as she didn't see anyone, she hoisted the cover up, and then herself. Sliding the cover back into place and rising so that she could limp her way back to her apartment. Wanting nothing more than steaming hot shower and to seep. 

“Contact me if you need anything.” A quiet farewell and the line went dead, leaving Lumi to her own thoughts and shenanigans for the night.

#lumiere lupei #glass walkers #bad penny #wod #world of darkness #garou

[moonfox281]

Tentatodd Week 2019: Day1 - Brothers in Blood timeline

WARNING: Tentacles!

(Word count: 4,487) AO3

New York, in his mind, was a complete different adventure compared to Gotham. And Manhattan, the glorious part of this city, was at all shades an evil twin of Metropolis. Days spent by with Dick calculating the little bits of miss and matches between this city and Gotham, and sometimes, just sometimes, Bludhaven.

Dick came here to heal, and it was so far a colorful journey. Lots of things had happened, lots of subtle things that had kind of thrown him off his feet more than once lately. But all things considered, Dick thought he was doing fine. Not great, just fine.

That was, until he came back to his rooftop studio and found Jason lying on his couch, eating his chips, parking booted feet on his coffee table watching FRIENDS on the TV.

Dick wished he had remembered about the eggs before dropping his grocery bags down the floor, not until his ears caught the heartbreaking crack of them against the wood.

“Jason? What are you doing here?”

Jason smirked back at him. “I heard the eggs screaming, Dickie. Too happy to see me?”

“How did you get in?... You know what, never mind. What do you want?”

“Why do you always assume I want something? Makes me sound like a bad guy.”

“Because you always want something, Jason.” Dick steadied his feet. There he thought today was a perfect day.

“Now you’re being offensive. What did Al teach us in the past, huh? Manner‒”

“Maketh man.”

Dick launched towards him. Jason let out a rich laugh and flipped up the whole couch. Dick jumped over it, just in time to catch Jason’s arm swing at him.

There was once a time when they fought in sync, not the same style but they knew the moves like memorized notes of a duet. Their pieces fitted each other’s. Jason still threw his fists like a livid man despite having a cool head, the same restless way his Robin self had been, but now, his aim was right, his pace was abnormal, and damn was his strength magnificent.

Dick watched Jason caught his punch with his bare hand like he had been waiting for it, grunting when admitting that okay, maybe fighting a post Lazarus dipper with a freshly healed radius on the right might not be a good choice.

Jason slammed him down the floor in a heartbeat. Dick didn’t even get the time to process what just happened, just folded his leg by instinct and readied to kick Jason in the stomach. Jason caught on his ankle as if he had read his mind, lifting the limb up and over his shoulder.

“Give in Dickiebird.”

Dick grunted and curled the other leg around Jason’s neck, squeezing extra just to hear him huff out of breath.

“Give in, Jaybird.”

“That‒gargh… fucking body of yours!” Jason laughed again when Dick tightened his hold. “Wanna see a surprise?”

“Try me.”

Jason squeezed the ankle he held on Dick and pushed his right leg down beside his ear despite the other still clung around his neck. That, might be painful or even torturous for most people, but to Dick - who had lived under a roof of a circus and the raising hands of two acrobats - had learnt to pop some bones and bend to his limits since the day he started to walk.

“You have to try harder than that.”

“Oh this is just me getting ready.”

Dick felt something grab his heel and pull it off Jason’s neck. That something slowly curled around his ankle, his calf, running below his pants and sliding on his skin. Something strong, something long, slimy, something… urgh.

“Jason what the hell…”

“Do you like it?”

From Jason’s back, about a dozen branches breached out over his shoulder, tore through his jacket, reaching over 6 feet above and shadowing down Dick’s frozen body. No, not branches… they were… tentacles? Dark colored, arm sized tentacles.

Dick lost his breath, laying flat down the floor listening to his own heartbeat as the huge tentacles wiggle in the air.

“You like it? I still have them since our last encounter. You still remember that right?”

“That time when you dressed up as Nightwing and went around killing people under my name? Hard to get that out of my head.”

“They’re surprisingly useful, especially in situation like this.” Jason smirked and wiggled his brows.

A tentacle went down and slipped under Dick’s shirt. It was cold, slightly wet, and textured enough to make his skin felt sensitive. Dick yelped in surprise and shivered when the thing rubbed over his nipples.

“You like that?” Jason grinned.

“Unhand me, now!”

“Not until you promise to not try to strangle me.”

“Telhas Teeze!”

“My Arabic may be rusty, but it’s not rusty enough to not understand you just invited me to eat your ass. Dickie, you have no idea.”

“The idea I’m perfectly clear of right now is that if you don’t let go of me now, I’ll find a way to strangle you with your own arms, and you have fourteen of it.”

“Whatever you say, Dickiebird.”

Jason slowly got up, he let go of Dick’s arms but his tentacles still curled around his feet.

“Well, unleg me too.”

“Easy, will you? I know how fatal those legs can be.”

The tentacles were off him after Jason got a good distance between them. Dick sprang to his feet, patting over himself, feeling the slime leftover on his body with a shudder of disgust.

He recalled when Jason had got this power after being caged in the test pod. How he had swallowed up that original monster thing and spat him out.

“This is unnatural.”

Jason scoffed. “No shit.���

“This was supposed to wear off weeks ago. You can’t be still having it now. There’s something wrong, Jason.”

“Think I don’t know that? I’m the one who out of the shit grow 12 extra arms out of every part of my body. Though I might say, they don’t annoy me as much as they should.”

“Don’t tell me you actually like this.” Dick watched with hesitance as Jason turned and split his arms into two long tentacles.

“What if I do? You see how strong they are. I’ll tell you this, these bad boys can make a full English breakfast while I sit on a couch. Can’t see the cons now.”

“Don’t toy with reality Jason, one way or another it’s going to turn back and bite you in the ass.”

“I can see only one ass being bitten here and it’s not mine.”

Dick groaned. Ever since coming back, Jason had been saying weirdest things, like now his oversized body finally gave him the cheek to dance his tongue the way he couldn’t back in the days.

He turned to pick back up the grocery bags and headed to the kitchen. Eggs were ruined, the cake got smashed, everything was messy. Suddenly, he felt even angrier at Jason.

“Hope you’ve got a spot for dinner cause I’m staying over.”

Dick slammed his fist down the counter. “What do you want, Jason? Why are you even here?”

“Chill, dickhead. And here they say I’m the mean one.” Jason shrugged and flipped the couch back with one hand like its weight didn’t concern him much. “Just need some fresh air. Gotham is pretty crowded these days, need to get away from the city for a time.”

“You mean away from Bruce.”

Jason turned back looking at Dick. The smirk on his lips fell off.

“You’ve gotta pull B in every time we talk?”

They stared. Jason got a pretty mean look on him but Dick got a hell lot of need for an explanation right now, especially when just briefly two months ago, Jason still wore his Nightwing attire blazing guns down the heads he deemed unworthy.

They could do this all day. But anger was just a temporary drive, soon enough Dick found himself sighing and switching attention back to the bags.

“It’s not that I’m not glad to see you fine. It’s just… surprised me. And why me? Thought I don’t lie among your preference list.”

“Bludhaven is shit hole, man. I’d better stick my ass in your place than sleep in some cheap motel to find myself waking up naked in the morning.”

“Right.” Dick clicked his tongue. “Right, I bet you’d even let anyone come near enough to strip you.”

“Look, you’re gonna keep bitching about this or be a good owner and offer me tea?”   

Dick glared at him. To say his trust in Jason had hit rock bottom was an understatement. Jason was, in the end, Jason. Hard to not feel like he was being fooled half of the time, especially now with those slimy things growing out from his body.

God, he was once a good kid. Rude and hot headed but still, a good kid. Now he was as big as a bull, smoking cigarette and acting like a delinquent.

Dick jumped when Jason suddenly turned back and grinned at him.

“You’re been staring pretty long, dickie boy.”

Dick tried not to throw the kettle at his head.

Three days.

Three days so far, and Jason hadn’t left.  If anything, Dick expected him to gain some weight by the amount of spare time he laid around eating chips, watching Netflix and doing absolutely nothing.

Dick watched him throw another mighty kick on the sandbag and clicked his tongue, realizing that nope, that wouldn’t be the case, not with Jason exercising like he was getting ready for an MMA match.

Strike. Dodge. Elbow. He fought like a machine.

Even though they didn’t stand eye to eye most of the time, Dick liked watching Jason. He liked the way the blows from his right arm tended to lend a little bit higher than the left. He liked the way Jason used his standing smartly, switching between legs consistently, making it hard to figure out which one was the weaker. His strikes were solid, separated but effective. Like a rap song played by a street performer, the moves were off track but together they made a great story.

Dick liked reading people. He liked reading movements. And to him, Jason molded himself into a historical novel, one of wars and emperors.

“You’ve been staring a lot.” Jason smirked. He wiped the sweat of his shoulder. “Care for a match?”

Dick pursed his lips. He really shouldn’t, but he was never that good at making decisions.

“One on one, like old times?”

Jason grinned. “Like old times.”

They moved before thinking. Dick enjoyed this.

They let their bodies do the talking. Dick even heard Jason snarled out a rich laugh. He liked Jason’s laugh when it was this honest, this innocent. Just like old times when they wrestled in the ring down the Cave where Bruce had gone off to work, only letting go when Alfred told them to.

Jason used to be the one whose back hit the ground first after five to eight minutes. He used to act grumpy about losing, frowning and acting offended when wriggling himself off. Now, Dick couldn’t say one on one with Jason was as easy as it used to be back then, not with Jason still goaled the spirit like there was a champion cup for each game. Dick really wasn’t that surprised when they dragged on to the 10th minute.

“Still a spider monkey, huh?”

“Still a barbarian, I see.” Dick huffed. He felt hot. It had been long since sparring felt this good. “Though you actually look like a barbarian now.”

“Compliment appreciated.”

Jason had him by the neck and lifted him up. Hell, Dick still wasn’t over how strong and fast he could be nowadays. It was like fighting a damn meta.

Dick curled his legs around his neck, bent his back, dragging Jason down with him.

“Give in.” He grinned, pulling Jason’s arm and set it to the most painful angle.

“F‒fuck!”

“Is that a yes or a no.”

Jason breathed through his mouth. “That’s a fuck.” He groaned, panted, punched the floor. Dick admired his effort when trying to lift both of them up. “When‒garh. When I imagine…having my head between your legs‒ugh‒it’s a lot different than this.”

Dick squeezed his legs tighter.  

“You’ve got guts.”

“No,” Jason panted. “I’ve got tentacles.”

Before Dick could react, he was ripped off Jason, sent to the air, and slammed down the floor. Tentacles wrapped around his legs, his hands, pinning him down. Jason rolled over, coughed a few times and rubbed his neck.

“You work me the hell up.”

Dick snarled. “This is playing dirty.”

“But dirty is my style, Dickie. I’m an Alley boy, remember? You can’t stand on the street by playing fair and square.”

“You just want to use your tentacles.”

Jason pursed his lips and shrugged. “If you see them as uncool, you seriously need to fucking unwind.”

Okay, Dick took that a little offended. Just when he started to think Jason had actually manned up pretty cool beside from being a little haywire by the whole dead then alive again thing. But he hit the right spot, maybe Dick did need to unwind. The city still treated Nightwing as a stick up its ass after the whole fake Nightwing Jason pulled, and he had been alone. Emphasize on alone. Injuries, cases, crime, too many things to deal with than his love life. Especially after Cheyenne too, it felt like too soon, but again, like an old memory.

“Looking at your face, guess I’m right. What happened to the red head?”

“Red head who?” Dick tried, feeling not so amused now.

“The not Barbara not Tamarian red head. Geez, Grayson, you sure have a fetish.”

Dick tried to kick Jason but the tentacle only held him tighter.

“I can feel that, they’re a part of me you know.” Jason suddenly smirked down on him. “Hey, want me to help ya?”

“Help what?”

Jason’s brows wiggled. Dick’s mind sparked.

“Jason, no. I’m not gonna let you hook me up with someone.”

“Who said anything about hooking you up with someone.”

Dick could see he wasn’t going to be thrilled by the end of this. He pushed at Jason with his shoulder and intended to tell him to knock it off when he felt his tentacles slip under the sleeves of his sweats and reach toward his thighs.

Dick hissed. “Jason, control your tentacles!”

“Hum, dunno about that, Dickie. They kinda have their own minds.”

“You just fucking said they’re a part of you.”

“Oh, did I?”

“Jason!” Dick snapped his jaw when the limbs were running around the sensitive skin. “I swear if you move one more inch‒”

Dick hitched. Jason’s tentacles wrapped around his underwear, nudging at his balls.

“You like that?” Jason grinned. His thumbs drew little circles on Dick’s wrists. “Breath, Dickiebird. I’ve got you.”

“Breath my ass! Can’t you se‒mph mmh!”

Jason only grinned wider when his tentacle thrust down Dick’s throat and made him swallow back his insult.

Dick felt heat building up on his lower half, felt his legs getting numb by being pulled up, felt Jason’s fierce grip around his wrist.

“You’re so tensed, maybe that’s why you’re such an asshole to me. You just need a nice rub, don’t you?”

Dick glared fire at Jason, wishing he could drill through his thick skull of much he wasn’t enjoying this. But Jason’s tentacles did their things, and Dick’s yelp around the slimy limb between his lips with toes curled and back arched.

“You like me squeezing you like this?”

Dick groaned when the tentacles squeezed again.

“That’s it.” Jason laughed.  Sweat rolled on his forehead, droplets Dick hadn’t notice before when he was training.

Dick squeezed his eyes shut when the tentacles moved up and down his cock. He felt them toy with his…everything. His dick, his balls, his skin, his nipples. They were touching, sucking, branding their hunger on every inch of Dick’s body.

Like drowning in fire, suddenly everything felt too hot. Dick’s vision either blurred out or turned black and white. His skin prickled at every movement made. His throat was stretched and had turned raspy with the huge thing nesting in.

He wanted to kill Jason. He wanted to throw him off a bridge. He wanted to rip the tentacles out of his body alive. He wanted… more.

When Dick moaned, he knew he was being stupid for wanting more. Yet, he wanted the arms around his member to move faster, wanted the one circling around his hole to do something already, and wanted the ones on his nipples to keep sucking.

Jason let out a rich laugh and kissed his nose. “You look fucking amazing.”

He laid his head down Dick’s shoulder, sniffing the end of his hair and the area behind his ear. If Dick wasn’t busy being breathless with a particular thin arm toyed with his urethra, he might actually think Jason had sounded just as blown as he was right now. It couldn’t be, not when Dick was the one being done.

Once Jason got back up, Dick thought it must have been the light that turned his face a little redder than normal.

Nonchalantly, he whisked off all of Dick’s clothes at once with his extra arms, tugging his shirt up to wipe the sweat down his chin.

“Wanna come?”   

The limb thrust into Dick’s hole. Dick choked on the one on his mouth. His stomach clenched. Like one explosion, everything burst.

“Look like you did already.” Jason laughed. He laughed again when looking down at Dick. “Fuck, you did already.” He mumbled.

The tentacle finally left Dick’s mouth, sliding out between his lips with a sinful wet sound. Dick found himself breath through his mouth again, feeling the air cooling his windpipe and sore throat.

This didn’t just happen. It couldn’t just happen.

Jason didn’t give him time though, he start moving his tentacles again. The one inside Dick start moving in all the oddest way, twisting and thrusting and dragging weird noises out of Dick. It wasn’t that big at the beginning, but the deeper it got, the more it swelled up until it sized like a wrist. And deep, so deep it went, reaching all the way in until Dick felt it knock against his stomach, just by his belly button.

The natural slime coated around the thing acted as a perfect lube because it slipped right in and out like a damn lubed sex toy, fasting the already brutal pace the tentacle delivered inside of him.  

Dick felt like flaming up, like he could be burning from inside out. He heard himself making sounds, sounds he could never imagine himself making.  

“Ja…Jason‒ah!”

“Hell, why can’t you just call my name like this all the time?”

Dick’s voice hitched again. All his joints sparked up and bent, feeling the electric shock when the tentacle dragged out and thrust back straight at his prostate.

His back arched off the floor, neck bent and hands fisted. It felt so good Dick felt like blacking out anytime.

“Hey.” Jason suddenly hushed. “Hey hey, don’t hurt yourself like that.” He let go of Dick’s wrists all at once and started peeling off his balls of fingers. Dick must have fisted so hard he skinned himself.

“Look at me.”

Dick bit his lips and swallowed back a moan when another tentacle circled around his rim and nudged in.

“Dick, if you want this, look at me.” Jason’s voice, so close and warm, blew right down to Dick’s ears. “If you don’t want this…”

Dick snapped his head right back at Jason, staring at his wide blown eyes and only regretting when Jason’s barked out a breathy laugh.

Dick must be stupid, or too lonely for this. Yes, he could only be, because god, Jason felt so good. He felt himself pulsing and twitching around Jason’s tentacles waiting for him to lean down and give him one mind-blowing kiss.

Jason’s tongue curled around his teeth, rolled over his gum, sucking and claiming dominance as if Dick’s inside was his long claimed territory.

While Jason was busy sucking his face, his tentacle made its move in. It felt big, bigger than the one currently inside Dick, big enough to have his eyes water and hands clawed marks on Jason’s back. Together they entwined and Dick felt stretched, so stretched.

He was practically limp and unresponsive when Jason moved away, but when the tentacles moved in and out, so rough and fast, they had Dick jumped and came back to life again.

It took too long for him to realized that it was his arms around Jason’s neck, and the voices filled the air was coming from him. The tentacles weren’t just moving inside him anymore, they were drilling. They spun and curled and abused Dick’s prostate, dragging in and out so fast they moved Dick’s whole body along.

Jason panted. He dropped his head low enough his hair tickled Dick’s face. Dick whined at another particular thrust and watched Jason frown while sweat glistered on his skin.

“Jay‒ ah! Are you‒mmnh… feeling this too?”

“Fuck yeah,” Jason huffed. “They’re me, remember?”

His stomach hurt. His guts twisted and denied the uninvited guests intruding. Dick panted staring at Jason’s eyes, palming his stomach and feeling him outside in.

Jason looked back like a cord in him had snapped. He suddenly bared his teeth, wrapped his arms around Dick and hoisted him up.

“Goddamn it, you always fucking stir me up!”

They got up with Dick’s legs curled around Jason’s waist, and his tentacles still up and moving in Dick’s ass.

Dick choked when each step Jason took, the tentacles moved extra hard inside him.

Jason moved them into the bedroom, and threw Dick down the mattress. Dick yelped and shook all over when the tentacles slipped out not in the gentlest way. He laid on his back, legs spread and hole aching, twitching like he had been electrocuted.

Jason pulled off his shirt, his pants, and threw them over his shoulder. He pulled his underwear down, and Dick couldn’t help but gulp.

That wasn’t a dick. That was a fucking monster. What the hell happened when Jason came back to life?

“Wait!” Dick panicked. “Jason, you can’t. That thing will destroy me.”

Jason frowned. “What do you mean destroy you. You literally took in two of mine. Now spread your legs.”

Dick couldn’t argue when Jason had already nestled in between his thighs. He rubbed his cock a few time, panting while the precome coated the skin and eyes on Dick’s twitching hole the whole time. Dick watched him too, swallowing because he honest to god didn’t know if Jason’s monstrous cock would kill him or not.

Jason dragged his legs around his waist, then dove in.

Dick thought he might have blacked out for a second. Jason let him wait though, because of course Dick would need a moment with the beast inside of him.

It hurt. It hurt so good. That was how terrible it was. It was so big Dick felt it in his breath. Dick unconsciously touched his stomach, felt the skin tighten and flex, felt Jason’s hard member throughout himself.

“Fuck, you feel so good, Dickie. Should have done this‒nghn‒ long ago.”

Dick screamed when Jason moved again. He screamed so loud Superman must have dropped his belonging somewhere in the world. Jason fucked like he was trying to kill Dick with his cock. Thrusting up then down, in and out, painfully hard and so brutally fast.

Dick couldn’t breathe. Saliva spilled out from the corner of his mouth and wet the sheet. All he heard was his heart pounding the same rhythm of Jason’s mercilessly pounding his ass. And all he felt was Jason’s huge cock splitting him open over and over again.

Dick came again, untouched and fucked out just like that. He came so much it hurt. And Jason was still going, long from even reaching the peak of his game.

Dick slacked against the bed, welcoming Jason’s kiss when he leaned down but that was it. He was so done, he was so done he was pretty sure he was gonna be sent to the other side by the huge cock of the Red Hood.

“Hey hey, don’t let me have all the fun.” Jason snapped his finger next to Dick’s hazy eye. “It’s supposed to be about you, remember?”

Dick moaned when he hit at a particular angle. But then he felt something. Something wrong.

“Jason?...Ah‒ Jay‒ aah…” Dick covered his stomach, shuddered while feeling Jason expand.

“Figure I’d have you back in the game like this. Wanna know something nice?” Jason grinned, pushing his palm down on Dick’s stomach only to hear him hick up and jump. “I can transform my cock too.”

He could. He fucking could.

It not only grew bigger. It grew longer. Dick twisted on the bed, kicking his legs while feeling the tip of Jason’s cock now grew so big it poked at his colon. His tongue poked out, his whole body shook and Dick could feel it. He could feel it.

“You just came again.” Jason laughed. “Fuck, there’s barely anything left.”

He started moving. By now Dick couldn’t even hear the sound of his own voice, his own pants and screaming. He could only focus on the thing tearing his ass open and entering his sigmoid colon. He felt Jason pushing up his stomach. He saw it, too.

Dick hugged his stomach, touching the little bulge while Jason threw Dick’s legs over his shoulder and speeded up.

“I’m gonna come in you now.”

Jason panted. His thrusts faltered. Dick couldn’t feel it. By now, he could just laid there and took it.

“I’m gonna come so deep in you, gonna stuff you full of me. So deep you’re gonna.Fucking.Taste.It.”

The resulting slaps from each grunting thrusts were probably even audible down the street. His cock went so far, too far into Dick, and then everything exploded.

Dick screamed out what was left of his lungs when he was filled to the brim, full of Jason’s cock and his seed, so much of it. It flowed in Dick, so deep, so much, burning every corner of his guts Dick felt like it could come up his throat any time.

When Jason pulled out, it wasn’t even a cock anymore. It was this long huge tentacle covered in semen, hanging limply between his thighs like a monster.

Dick stared at it, felt the gush out from his hole and the space left empty inside of him that fit Jason’s monster cock.

He took one last look at it, and passed out.

#jaydick #tentatodd #tentatoddweek #day1

[idreamofinsanity]

Dreams: My husband and I travel to Florida, then other dimensions

I dreamt about a 3 day visit to Florida that became a dimension hopping, lucid dream adventure.  

Little bit of background for why I think I was having this dream: in real life, my husband has a work thing planned for Florida, and he initially thought he could take me with him. Something like that happened earlier last year, and we got to go see a rocket launch together. Now, due to transport plans getting changed, I don’t get to go. I think my brain drew on my anticipation and disappointment as the inspiration for the Florida part.  I’m almost certain that in the dream we flew there with only carry ons because that’s what we ended up doing when we had to unexpectedly fly to go to my little brother’s memorial service about 3 weeks ago...  Basically, there’s been a lot of traveling related things on my mind recently, so the beginning isn’t too surprising.  In the dream we were only in Florida (probably around the Coco Beach area) for 3 days. For some reason we were at this big, fancy hotel we were staying at? Dunno why my brain was like, “Oh, yeah, you guys would TOTALLY shill out this kind of money during this trip,” because we certainly would NOT. Anyway, while exploring this crazy big hotel with all kinds of interesting stuff going on in it, I came across my college Latin professor. I remember chatting with him, and him giving me advice, but I... don’t remember what we said.  We also saw a friend from college named Paul who lives in Florida now, though he doesn’t live near where we were supposedly visiting. (I was initially confused as to why he was showing up in my dream about Florida at ALL, but thought about it while typing this out, and realized him living there made it make more sense.) I think we saw him right out of the airport (maybe picking us up?), some time “in the middle” of our trip, and then he also saw us off at the airport again.  I don’t remember there being much to the trip besides walking around and seeing stuff like we did when we were there IRL, but one “scene” stands out in my memory more. It was the last day, and we’d decided to go to the beach just to kind of... chill there. We found some food shack that was nearly at the water, ordered some food there, and I went out to dip my feet in the ocean while my husband waited on our meal and watched me. I ended up coming right back out of the water, though, because there was some weird slime mold out there. I was like, “Ah, right. As everything dies from global warming, the mold is actually getting way worse.” Thought about that like it was a freaking obvious fact of life. I wasn’t gonna let that stop me from enjoying myself, though, so I sat in the sand, closed my eyes, and just... listened to the sound of the ocean. When I opened my eyes, the sky over the ocean was darkening in dusk, so I stood, brushed myself off, and headed over to rejoin my husband.  The next thing I really remember with clarity is being in the airport, carrying around our carry ons. I particularly recall a moving walk way that led to a section with food places and little shops. I think... I think this was when I realized I was dreaming.  All this reminded me of the last time we’d flown, and how it was for my brother...  Strange as this is, the last time I had a lucid dream--only the SECOND TIME I ever remembered a lucid dream--my brother had been in it. We’d been running from some people or something, and he and I had grabbed a car that I’d changed into this awesome looking red convertible (because lucid dreaming). That’s not the dream I want to record right now, though, so suffice to say, the moment in the airport was the moment in the dream that I probably mentally tried to “check” if I could alter reality.  From there, there’s just a direct “chop” in what happens in the story. The next thing I remember is traveling down some really clean looking sewers and coming across the freaking Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. In order to make sure they trust me, I make myself look like a female Mutant Ninja Turtle. Upon seeing me, they, of course, barrage me with questions while ushering me to the entrance of their hideout. Near the entrance is a FIFTH turtle with a red bandana over his eyes; his most prominent feature is that he’s about half the size of the brothers.  I approach him and go, “My husband told me about you,” without thinking about how the brother turtles can hear me.  They start asking questions related to my husband, and I end up having to tell them he’s a human. After answering some more questions, I’m able to talk with the Fifth Turtle Guy some more, looking him over and trying to assess what happened to him. He eventually asks me either if I know how this happened to him or if I can fix it? I can’t remember (I’m leaning towards the former, though). All I know is I had to tell him “No, I’m sorry,” with great disappointment for both of us.  At about that point, my husband shows up, coming from behind me. I think I say his name, and he’s able to tell for whatever reason that it’s me. He then gives me a kiss on the lips, and I’m all slightly confused and really embarrassed because he kissed me in front of people but also I’M A TURTLE PERSON??? Like, honey, you didn’t have to do that.  Anyway, we talk briefly about the Fifth Turtle, and then the next thing I remember is us being attacked by these two goons. Like, stereotypical cartoon buff guys in black 3 piece suits. The best part, though? One is, like, 7 feet tall, and the other is, like, between 3 and 4 feet tall, and, I must re-emphasize, BOTH ARE SUPER BUFF.  So eventually we get separated from the TMNT group, and I end up in a kitchen area with my husband (maybe in the TMNT base). I think I use my mind powers to shove a BIG double-doored fridge in front of the entrance, but I honestly don’t know. All I know for sure is the tall guy was after my husband and me, so I changed back into my human self, something got all over the inside of the fridge, and I tried making it clean again with my powers. For some reason, I could only get the inside partially cleaned, and I kind of got fixated on trying to clean it, like, “It’s okay, I just need to visualize it as being clean, and it will be!” It didn’t work, though, because I kept thinking of it as slightly dirty... until my husband was like, “Hey, can you stop dealing with that and deal with the HULKING BAD GUY TRYING TO BREAK OUR BARRICADE???”  So then I go over to this tall guy’s very long arm and grab it to keep him from hitting my husband or doing more damage. I then remember how my real husband in real life had jokingly tugged on my arm the day before and was like, “Huh, why’s it not coming off?” as a joke, and then I’m like, “Yeah, I’m gonna rip this Dream Realm goon’s arm off.” I then proceed to alter reality as I pull on this guy’s arm, and, over the course of about 5 seconds, RIP THIS GUY’S ARM OFF AT THE SHOULDER, LAYER BY LAYER.  He yells in pain, understandably, but I’m not a completely cruel god, so I made sure that he didn’t lose blood and that his shoulder instantly healed over... well, heals over the course of about 5 seconds. He backs off as his meat and skin heal over his shoulder (and to clarify his right arm is gone and definitely in my arms now). This goon--in the face of a power he cannot comprehend--comes back, sticks his head through the hole in the barricade and tries shoving his way through with the help of his remaining limbs.  Apparently one for not letting a BEAUTIFUL opportunity go, I turn his arm around and slap him with it. This does NOT deter the absolutely CRAZY goon, and he keeps going, finally pushing down what’s left of our barricade. I conclude that the limp slap was just not gonna cut it, so I use my powers to harden the flesh to, like, metal, and deliver multiple slaps, caving his head in as he turned to run.  At that point, his small goon buddy comes into the open space outside the kitchen, sees me, and seems like he’s about to attack me. I just look at him as he’s circling me, while I’m still ARMED with the weapon I used to take down his comrade, and I’m just like, “Do you not see this dude on the floor?! I will totally do the same thing to you if you come at me.” I’m not too sure what happens at that point, but I definitely remember freezing the short goon in time or something. I then try to figure out where they came from and discover a mind control on them. I actually feel really bad about it, so I decide to try breaking the control... by turning them into muppets? Like, felted, stuffed animal caricatures of their fleshy selves. (Can’t brain control with no brain?) I also definitely reattach the tall goon’s arm.  After all that, I get the feeling the goons end up working for me? For some reason? It’s weird.  Anyway, I take my husband and we exit that dimension and jump into another one for some reason? I feel like there were things we were trying to accomplish, but I don’t recall them. I also think I remember my husband making a comment about how this new dimension was a version of reality where Jesus didn’t happen? Or Christianity didn’t take off as being popular? I can’t remember the specifics, but it’s especially confusing that he’d say that because I definitely ended up in a catholic church (or a church with the same aesthetics and priest stuff as a catholic church). The weird thing was that there was a large sanctuary, but then also a smaller room with pews and a confession booth in another part of the building. I ended up being naked at some point when I was in the building (I think because any time I have a “oh crap no clothes!” dream, it’s always a church, so my brain must be like, “In a church? Time for no clothes!”). Anyway, I try avoiding the main sanctuary and end up in this small Pew Room with a bunch of old ladies in it.  They’re all aghast at my nakedness, and I then go, “Wait, I’m still dreaming. What am I letting this nonsense dream dictate that I’m gonna be embarrassed rn??” So I just alter the dream to have me in a night gown while holding my change of clothes and change the women’s memories to that of this simple gown. To them, the emotional reaction of shock is still there, but now they want to help me get into decent clothes. One of them suggests getting dressed in the confessional booth but that I should check to see if Priest [name] is in there because, even tho he’s not supposed to be in there yet, sometimes he shows up early. I can only check by looking through a foggy glass on the priest side, though, and it takes me a moment to see that, yeah, the priest is in there.  So I leave the... minituary? and make for a bathroom where I get my proper clothes on.  I eventually meet back up with my husband, and some other stuff happens that I can’t remember.  Then we hop over to another dimension where there’s some really famous school? I think? I only remember that I separated from my husband (again), and wander around what seemed to be a campus. I go down a smaller side walkway and see a boy and girl playing, maybe around 8 years old... I think. The girl wins the game, and the boy pushes her down, saying how his family is rich and influential, and he’ll make sure her life was miserable from then on for beating him. I decide to intervene, grabbing the boy and telling him that what he just did was wrong. He jeers at me, basically being like, “And what are you gonna do about it?”  At that point, I decide this boy had never been spanked in his life, and I need to change that (which is weird because I’ve never in my adult life hit a child, and I decided a long time ago I’d do my best to avoid it). Maybe it’s because I knew the boy was part of a dream, or it was because I was hoping to make myself into a greater force of antagonism in this boys life so that he’d forget and leave the girl alone? I definitely remember thinking the former... I just don’t know if it was quite at that point? Anyway, I spank him five times, not hard or anything--just enough to sting. I then run him out of the alley and check on the girl, healing her bruises and scrapes from where the boy’s assault had hurt her.  I don’t quite remember what happened with her or what exactly happened following the exchange, just that the boy eventually comes back to the front of the alleyway and, brandishing as large of a branch as he can yield, issues a challenge against me. (What was kind of weird was that he’d gone from looking like he was around 8, to looking like he was now around 12... Time traveling might have been involved, but, like, huh??) I think he thought he could come at me while I was surprised and unarmed, but the boy didn’t know I could summon a branch just as large and sturdy as his own. After doing so, I start approaching him with my own branch in hand, and he darts away, down towards a large, probably 100 ft tree (I assumed he’d gotten the branch off the ground around it). To his credit, when he sees I’m still advancing, he turns to face me and fight. We actually have a pretty decent battle, but ultimately his downfall is that he used his branch as a sword, while I used my branch to its full extent as a fighting staff.  He doesn’t like that I bested him and called me a cheat, making comments about how his family would find me and ruin not only my life, but the lives of everyone I love. At that point, I’ve had enough of his sniveling and poor sportsmanships, and straight up lift him with my mind. He hovers there, obviously scared out of his mind, as I give him a lecture on how he needs to learn how to be a better loser, and stuff about using his family’s influence for evil, petty revenge is disgusting. I wrap it up by saying if he ever pulls this kind of awful behavior again, I’ll come back for him, and, as he could see, I’m more powerful than anything his family’s money could do for him. Then, for good measure, I change the chemistry in his brain so that he won’t lash out with such awful aggression. I then let him down, and he runs off.  It didn’t occur to me until that moment, but I’d done that out in the full view of a few buildings and a main street. I just have a moment of “Eh, whatever. I’m too powerful to care right now. This isn’t even my dimension.”  I think I then leave the dimension and then jump back into it (the dimension "section” looked like a video game overworld man, btw) in order to get to be with my husband again. Might have complained about the boy? Something plot related might have happened, idk. I woke up not long after that. 

#dreams #my dreams #lucid dreams #lucid dreaming #my husband #travel #florida #friends #reality altering #dimensions #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #religion #? #church #schools #bullying #November 2019 #Gonna start putting read mores on these extra long dreams

[noquirka-blog]

   oks........... here’s a gigantic headcanon dump about my most important aspects for deck so i dont end up reblogging everything like an idiot.

it is important to know that being bullied and not being able to become a hero are not the reasons why he’s resorted to villainy. well, supposedly they are supporting factors on why, but that’s not the initial reason. deck’s view of villainy, or at least how the media would perceive it, is someone who either a) does bad and/or b) has views that heavily contradict majority of society’s, and that’s what caused them to turn against it. though izuku can also fall under statement a ( despite his kill count; though this is something i’ll cover up further later ) he moresoever falls more under statement b. izuku’s views and perception of heroism, quirks, and how society portrays these two things SEVERELY counter society. and thus, villainy. all of his acts, all of his beliefs, they’re not made out of pure pettiness or want for revenge. he’s looked upon not only HIS own experience due to these things, but also studied other people’s experiences, and have therefore turned against society as a whole.

IZUKU COMPLETELY LIES ABOUT HIS QUIRK. HE DOES NOT COME OUT AS QUIRKLESS. he comes up with the fake quirk ANALYZE that gives him the ability to instantly know a person’s quirk at first glance, as well as the ability to speculate their weaknesses and strengths quickly.   the reason for this is for his belief that people only think people these days are extremely powerful due to their quirks.  people, though not all, seem to rely on them too much. 

with THAT important factor covered, let’s get more onto the specifics. 

IN TERMS OF BACKSTORY.

the basic timeline put into a brief statement would go in this order.

IZUKU AND KATSUKI ARE CHILDHOOD BEST FRIENDS. prior to gaining their quirks, although their relationship wasn’t exactly the best despite katsuki’s high pride, izuku and katsuki hold an EXTREMELY close relationship and have considered each other best friends at this time. that is until then, ruined completely when katsuki’s quirk arrives- completely ruining their friendship with katsuki’s head growing wider, and his view of izuku deteriorating due to his quirkless state.

IZUKU’S ATTACKED BY THE SLIME MONSTER. ALL MIGHT SAVES HIM. is then told that his dream of becoming a quirkless hero is unrealistic, and thus leaves his hopes and dreams crushed into debris. whether he helps katsuki in the attack is completely unknown, but is said that he has, though all might isn’t there to watch. katsuki is saved nonetheless by another hero though izuku was scolded for his reckless acts.   the complete difference that tears this AU apart from canon is all might does not approach him.  with that scene out of the way, the what if scenario takes its place.

IZUKU ENTERS U.A’S EXAM WITHOUT A QUIRK. and, of course, fails.one thing to note is, though, he does help uraraka when the robot arrives-- pathetically attempting to save her from the large piece of rubble that’s fallen on her. yet, despite his lack of a quirk, he wasn’t able to enter u.a at all, and was denied.

IZUKU, FOR A SHORT AMOUNT OF TIME, ENTERS ANOTHER, NORMAL HIGHSCHOOL. but despite his depression cranking up, his mother advises him to skip a year at least. he does, but this is where the epiphany strikes him : questions like why couldn’t i be a hero arises, question on why everyone rejected him all because he was quirkless. the bullying, the discrimination, the constant underestimation, all because of this fact. all because of his quirk. not just him--- many others. stories of people actually killing themselves despite this, people forcibly driven into villainy just because their quirk was too ‘’villainous’’. people forced into marriages just for quirk amalgamations-- the statistics of more and more violent disasters ever since quirks’ arrival. the differences of crimes before and now because of quirks’ arrival. quirks made everything chaotic,or at least says the boy. it was his damn duty to erase it. not for his sake, but everyone’s.

IZUKU RAN AWAY FROM HOME WITH NO SIGN OF WHATSOEVER AT THE AGE OF 14. the only things he’s seem to brought are a few clothes and some of his notebooks. his mother went frantic, so did katsuki and his family, and missing posters were spread all around. but no one ever listened. and it seemed like only the two of them cared about the case more than anyone.   IZUKU, THUS, WAS DECLARED DEAD.  the cause of death was unknown despite never being found and not knowing how he’d die; though it was dubbed as suicide knowing the cases of most quirkless’ peers who resorted to suicide too.

IN REALITY OF THAT, IT WAS IZUKU SLOWLY DELVING INTO VILLAINY. he was a wanderer, at first, no exact place to stay. he’s killed at least two to three heroes, by complete accident or so he’d say. a complete rush of anger-- and this is where he realizes how heroism was corrupted, similar to stain’s ideals, though he sticks more closely to his original ones.

HE IS THEN FOUND BY KUROGIRI, AND THUS INVITED INTO THE LEAGUE.  but, instead of completely joining the league, he introduces himself as analyzer cleverly ( funnily enough, it was an impromptu decision right on the spot. ) who was a ‘ for hire strategist ‘. word got around about this strategist quick, and thus increased his reputation and he was able to interact with the villains more. take note that he doesn’t like them just as much as he doesn’t like the heroes. he was able to analyze about these heroes even more, and the same goes with these villains, widening his knowledge about quirks and whatnot. he studies more about the anatomy of quirks, how to counter them, finding a possible way to reverse them, and other helpful things. also given a place to stay, though isn’t exactly in the league’s premises, but is taken care by them and is nearby as well.

THE YAKUZA EVENTUALLY HIRES HIM AT ONE POINT. he then, carefully enough, manages to steal at least two to three quirk destroying bullets. he uses these to replicate them with the same purpose, though was only able to successfully make a few batches. with other research and resources from the league, he’s able to make his own version of quirk destroying bullets, though limited, and other serums that cancel the person’s quirk temporarily, nullifies the person’s limb to refrain them from using their quirk temporarily, penetrates an unexplainable pain throughout the victim’s body when shot, etc. 

AND WITH THIS, THE VILLAIN UNKNOWN RISES. at the age of fifteen, izuku was able to spread the name unknown across the media. unknown was given the title of the elusive ( hero ) killer, thanks to his quick escapes and unknown persona. he wasn’t caught by the media ( yet ) by face, but is known with his costume of plain clothing and a cracked al might mask.   unknown is given the title of the hero killer as his main targets are heroes--- but.  he kills heroes. not the person themself. he kills the hero by taking away their quirk permanently. there are only some instances wherein he manages to kill them fully, but that isn’t his true intention. however, he wasn’t given the full title of the hero killer as stain’s already taken it.

IDENTITY AS A VILLAIN.

izuku, as analyzer, is known to be cunning, enigmatic, and all in all strange. he was a respected icon throughout the villainous leagues, thanks to his intellect and fair power. despite being surrounded by adults most of the time, his tongue and dictation is far more advanced than a boy his age, meaning if one were to speak with him, he’d speak as if he was an adult, not a teenager. 

izuku, as unknown, is known to be a complete mystery. hence the given alias. he doesn’t speak much- but, when he does, it’s usually his ideals, similar to stain.

“ heroism.. its such a pretty word, isn’t it? but the beauty that it holds, the altruism and selflessness that it stands for, all gone.  it’s all molded into this fucked up business that you fools have turned it to, a competition to rank who’s the best when it shouldn’t even be ranked at all. everything about heroism is ruined. you sick fucks call yourselves heroes when you’re the very beings who’ve ruined it. it sickens me-- it saddens me.  “

his kind and gentle demeanor is crushed to his belief that if he continues to put up his old acts, he’ll only fall to his downfall. he needs to learn how to stand up for himself. the main idea is he’s almost killed his past self as he took it as a lesson that his old self has brought him nothing but pain.

though his entire identity as izuku isn’t erased. he’s stil nervous around girls his age, as to why he’s nervous when toga’s waaay too close to him and loses most of his composure and the ‘’’gentleman’’esque act. he sticks to his ideals way too close and is the main factor on why he’s reached this far. his high pain tolerance is also a factor to why he’s still standing, and to why he lasts longer in battles. izuku is still izuku, regardless that he’s a villain.

goes by several aliases, such as ...

ANALYZER : the name used when he addresses himself to villains.

UNKNOWN : the name given by the media and the name heroes know him by.

DORI : since he isn’t 24/7 doing his villain work, and his face isn’t known as a complete villain, he sometimes wanders around as a normal citizen and introduces himself with this name-- acting as if a normal fanboy to heroes, both building and pros alike.

he’s inhabited most of katsuki’s acts. if anything, he acts almost similar to him, as katsuki is a ‘’’twisted version of what he wants to become’’’, and since his assertiveness and determination is one of the things he used to admire about him, he ended up developing the same attitude, though knowingly terrible. he isn’t aware of this, though.

MISC.

izuku calls katsuki katsuki. not kacchan. though he holds no anger to him ( and all might ) he definitely doesn’t hold any affection or looking up to him anymore. the name ‘ kacchan ‘ is something he’d express with tenderness. he calls him katsuki to note their past friendship, but completely cuts off the tenderness he once held for him.

izuku is filipino-japanese. his mother’s side is filipino, his father japanese. he grew up in japan though and practices very little filipino culture. is able to speak bisaya and tagalog, but isn’t completely fluent.

izuku has asperger’s and bpd. asperger’s is diagnosed, but bpd isn’t.

izuku is anemic. this is thanks to his terrible health and how he takes care of himself.

#the ultimate headcanon post... #im so exhausted jKLSFM why did i build him up so much thi sis so funny #tenderness ! i've come to miss your warmth. #suicide m / #long post / #drugs m / #I NEED..TO UPDATE MY ACTUAL BIO BUT SJKFLMSKFJM #idk what i missed but ok

[lookwhosfhtagn]

Hiding in Plain Sight - Chapter 1

Inside a dungeon, there is a lot of free time. Days stretch on and on, only measured by the drips and drops of water which find their way through the dense mold caking the ancient and cracked ceiling. It really gives one a sense of perspective about the nature of time, spurring us to make the most of it. Sometimes, I get up from my usual resting spot amidst the abandoned nest of some long dead vermin. Slowly and methodically, I roam the underground chambers, looking for something new. Every so often, there would be a freshly stripped cadaver on the cold stone floor, bearing telltale signs of strangulation, bludgeoning, burns, or any number of grizzly fates. I was always dreadfully fascinated by the unfortunate victims of the nature of our domain. Sometimes I would find nameless artifacts thought useless by my neighbors: collections of symbols on a stiff paper bound in cured flesh, ornate figures carved from wood or stone, and little trinkets like hair, ribbons of silk, or even polished stones. These invaders from the world above where such a curious and complex people, changing so much between each visit. In all those decades and centuries, all my time spend observing them did so little to help me understand them. All the same, I couldn’t deny a sense of kinship. I too felt a call to go beyond my home.

Barring these scarce disturbances to my routine, I mostly found the other denizens of the depths on my roves, scuttering and skulking about in case I might be some clumsy oaf of an outsider. Eyes glared and teeth bared as I drew closer, only to relax as my awkward, bulky frame came closer. I’d offer a friendly salutation which would at most garner a fleeting acknowledgement and at worst earn me threats. The larger creatures that prowled in the shadows of this forgotten catacombs were a territorial breed, unwilling to tolerate infraction on what they viewed as their rightful home. I’d sigh but oblige, increasing my pace as much as I could, which wasn’t much at all.

In the end, most of my time was spent by myself, reflecting in my forsaken rat’s nest. Honestly, a few decades of contemplation and reflection can do wonders for a person. It lets you really strip away all the unnecessary things in life and focus on yourself and what kind of person you are. Even a century is fine as far as introspective periods go. It’s when you reach that second century that it starts to really feel like a bit much. All your careful meditation just becomes this loop of wondering what else you could be doing. Thoughts on the nature of the dungeon and of the outside would and deeper dungeons swirl like miasma in the air about you. Your mind drifts and wanders, losing the ability to separate thought from action. You find yourself making the same trip through the cave you made the other day. Or was it a year ago? A decade? You aren’t sure anymore. And are you really moving, or are you imagining you are moving? Is that a mental projection of the colony of troglodytes cackling away, raising a new brood and digging ever deeper into the wound they opened in the dungeon’s veins. Is giant centipede chittering over the wall real? The line blurs, impossible to find.

Then, like a light of a luminous mushroom cutting the darkness, one of them would come. There was the stomp of leather or the clang of metal on stone. The hiss and flicker of torchlight was a faint but unmistakable cue. Voices, speaking in the only tongue I could understand, chattered in laughable whispers to each other. Adventurers! Most of the time, they never made it deep enough to see me. The kobolds, spiders, or slimes usually picked them off one by one with efficiency if not grace. But every so often, I’d see one. A lone survivor or a cunning opportunist would make their way that far, hoping to make the sacrifice of the comrades mean something. And there they would spy me, a simple wooden chest, resting in the detritus of some rodent. They approached with weapon drawn, careful of what monsters might rest in the scraps and filth, eager to send them off to meet their slaughtered comrades. When they found no such beast, they finally stepped into the nest and knelt, ready to open the chest and claim their prize.

But as their hands closed on me, gripping my rough and adhesive skin, I could see the look of shock and surprise. No, it was much more than that. It was an aghast expression of pure betrayal. I was the very symbol of their success, corrupted and twisted against them. I was a creature, given form purely to play on the avarice of those from above. No, not only given form; I was given something more. Inside my stolen shape was my second endowment: hunger. My hunger is what drove me when these foreigners found me, making me call them to their dooms. My hunger forced me to bind their hands, thrashing around them and crushing bone and organ. It was only once I had throttled the very life from them and drew them in entirely that the hunger abated, slowly digesting the unfortunate soul for days or weeks. All this excitement and drive and tension, a mere matter of minutes, followed by the return to the great cycle of life.

Or rather, that was the nature of things until one fateful day. That would be my lot in life until a man named Dartus entered my home and helped me uncover a life of which I had only dreamed. On that fateful day, I was no longer a mere mimic. On that day, I began my journey as hero.

NEXT->

#fiction #dungeons and dragons #pathfinder #mimic #fantasy #writing

[manyformslori]

The return of the weresmurf: Prolouge

OK! Welcome to ‘the return of the weresmurf’ story! The prologue here is years before the serious. This is AU, PLEASE understand that alright! I own no one but the OCs Aruascale, Achilles and Nightwillow. The rest belong to Peyo and Sony! There will be hetero and slash in this story-BEGIN! *throws down smokebomb, starting the story.* ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 200 years ago    We see a forest, calm and quiet as always at night. The light of a full moon beaming down on the enchanted forest. Where all its inhabitants were either just waking up or falling asleep...or just arriving ...Let's see who ,or what, just arrived shall we?           At the entrance of the enchanted forest were two pixies. One being a fair skinned raven haired pixie, the hair going to her lower back in a braid,wearing a dark blue dress that went to her shins,  finished with the same colored boots. Her amethyst eyes looking around in awe past her bangs as her amethyst wings fluttered as she and the pixie next to her flew. Said pixie being also fair skinned with red hair that went to her middle back, layered, wearing a red dress, poncho of red leaves and black boots.Her emerald green eyes looking around in suspicion. “You sure there are no wartmongers here?” the redhead asked as her green wings stopped flapping as she and her sister landed some miles in. The raven haired pixie rolled her eyes, saying “Yes Nightwillow, there is nothing here a wartmonger would like.”       “Can’t be too careful Elderberry.” Nightwillow said with a annoyed sigh, her sister was to carefree and trusting. As Well as completely oblivious of a possible danger around her. It drove the redhead insane. Her sister would trust anyone! ...This was proven a few times in their life. Anyway, back in the present, the two continued on foot through the forest until they stumbled upon a clearing where a lone mushroom house stood. Elderberry looked around abit before saying “Odd place for a home, looks lonely here.”      “Who cares, let's just keep going to find a place to camp.” Nightwillow said with a scoff, walking past the house...while her sister went to it. Flying up curiously, the pixie looked in through one of the windows, looking around inside. Her wings perked up in interest as she spotted the mushroom’s owner sitting in a chair by a fireplace. The owner mentioned was a blue creature wearing red pants and  hat, his auburn hair going to his shoulders, a little beard forming it seemed. The blue creature’s lighter blue eyes were moving as he read a book…. ...Elderberry was entranced as her wings glowed pink for a split second as her sister flew over, grabbing her upper arm while Nightwillow whispered “are you nuts!?” “Look! “ the raven haired woman whispered, pointing to the creature inside “you ever seen a creature like him before?” Nightwillow looked through the window but saw no one. Wait where he go? “Excuse me?” a male voice sounded from their left, causing the twins to jump in surprise before looking and seeing the creature...who was only slightly shorter than them. Smiling, the blue male gestured to his house as he asked “like to come in than smurfing through my window?”                Elderberry was quick to say giddily “Yes of course! Better than being out here.” she then flew inside, dragging Willow inside. Once inside, their host closed the door ,introducing himself as he held a hand out to the pixies “Kindness Smurf, pleasure to meet you.” “I’m Elderberry, this is my twin Nightwillow.” Elederberry said as the blue clad pixie shook the smurf’s hand “I thought smurfs were hairy with red eyes and sharp teeth.”                 Kindness quirked a brow at that, saying slowly and unsurely” OK?” he then went to his bed, explaining that the pixies can have his bed for the night, he’ll take the floor. It was too late for traveling.. Especially with the nocturnal predators out by now. Narrowing her green eyes, Nightwillow said  bluntly “no thanks, we can camp ou-oof!” she was cut off when Berry elbowed her in the chest, hissing sternly under her breathe “Don’t be rude and keep your suspiciousness down. Not all the creatures in the world are like those damn wartmongers!” the raven haired pixie then turned to their host, saying kindly with a smile “I apologise for my sister, she has it in her mind the whole planet is like the Wartmongers that held us captive for a good amount of our lives.”   “Trust me, I have a ex that was like that.” Kindness said, shivering at the memories “I know the feeling of being captive.” he then went to the fire, asking to change the subject, smiling “You pixies don’t mind smurfberries do you? All I have.” Elderberry, who had been looking at the smurf in sympathy, perked up as she walked over. She never heard of smurfberries, they sounded tasty.”Smurfberries?”. Kindness smiled at his guest as he got a bowl of smurfberry stew for her and her twin.     Both Pixies stayed the night, actually the best they had in their 300 years of life. But come morning, Nightwillow wanted them to leave. Right when they were, Elderberry started to feel a sharp shooting pain in her stomach. Which made her double over in pain. Panicked, the redheaded pixie pointed accusingly at their smurf host who was in genuine worry “You did something to my sister! What was in that soup!” she demanded to know, good thing last night she dumped her bowl out. Ha! Being suspicious of others pays! “Nothing but smurfberries,apples and acorns!” Kindness said, helping Elderberry up, guiding her to his bed and helping her lay down. Once she was under the covers, the smurf rushed around to find his stethoscope that he made, then he listened to her heart… It was normal, then to her stomach.. It was gurgling like mad. Frowning, the smurf removed the blugs from his ears, asking the redhead that was standing too close for comfort “what would the wartmongers feed you?” Nightwillow frowned in confusion for a split second, answering questionly “Slime mold, only thing they had. Why?”   Kindness thought it over before saying “I think I know why her stomach suddenly started hurting. Smurfberries are full of antioxidants, Acorn and Apples are full of fiber…” he chuckled sheepishly at the raised brow of confusion “Her bowls aren’t use to the amount of fiber she got..” “Whoa, whoa wait!” the red clad female made a ‘T’ motion, waving her hands abit “You mean to tell me the pain is just her-”              “Yup!” the smurf said before saying “I’ll go get her some water. To much fiber but not enough water..not a good mix.” he walked off as Nightwillow sat next to her sibling, holding her hand. She may have been born three seconds after, but she seemed to be the most mature of the two. Why did Elderberry have to be so trusting? It’s just a matter of time until ‘Kindness’ -the pixie doubted that was his real name, who the hell names their kid after a emotion?- turned on them. Few minutes later, the aforementioned smurf came back with a bucket of water from the nearby river, mumbling something about needing to dig a well. Setting the bucket down, Kindness filled a cup a water up, walking over to the two pixies as Elderberry sat up with a grunt.”Thanks.” she mumbled taking the cup from him and gulping it down. God was she thirsty! And this was alot cleaner than back in the swamps. Very much so. Gulping down a second cup, the pixie asked something that was on her mind for awhile.”Kindness? Mind if I ask you’re named.. Kindness?”               Surprised -yet not very much- by the question, the smurf started to explain how in the world of Smurfs. They can be named after a trait of theirs, personality or talent..Or in some cases, be given human names or just called ‘smurf’, like Kindness’ father. Who, from the looks of it, wasn’t around. Infact, seems smurfs can be either be born or delivered by a stork. Kindness, was found by his father and was raised by him until he left on some journey, then his mother vanished..at age 45!so the red clad smurf had been on his own..sort of. There was a fairy..But she was gone now. “So..you’re named after a trait or talent in your culture?” Nightwillow asked dryly, raising a brown as she added “THAT sounds stupid.” “Nightwillow! No it is not,sounds cute.” Elderberry said with a smile, she was interested in the customs of smurfs. And she liked this smurf,always felt a pull to him from her heart to him. His eyes held so much care, tenderness and, well, kindness...Yet they seemed to be aged like they seen horrors. It made her heartbreak at the thought of someone harming this sweet man. Smiling, the fair skinned pixie held his hand, saying “Your name fits, since you are so kind to me and my rude sister.”          “I know a imp who is more rude than her.” The smurf said semi jokingly with a chuckle, his heart beating fast in his chest at their hands touching. Elderberry was very beautiful than any female he ever seen...Which was very limited, so yeah. But still! She was very pretty to his eyes. One could see their eyes glow pink for a split second as they looked in eachother's’ eyes, smiling at eachother. Nightwillow frowned when she noticed the looks… she didn’t like where this was going.              Especially how it got more frequent over the next few days. That soon turned into weeks..Then into two months. Over that time, Elderberry and Kindness had fallen hard for one another, helping eachother -mostly the potion hobby Kindness has-and would go on walks, gathering berries and acorns. All the while, Nightwillow felt like she was losing her sister, the pixie didn’t trust the smurf. Fact; she thought her sister could ,and would, do better with another pixie that had the same lifespan as theirs. That way ,Elderberry won’t die alone….. The redhead had to break them up.. For her sister’s sake. This was just a phase and she’ll be over it in time. Thinking hard, Nightwillow headed to the house to see if there was anything in those spell books that was useful.  Few hours later, everyone was having dinner. Courtesy of Willow..which was surprising, for she never cooks dinner. Elderberry took a sip of her soup, saying in delight “Mmm! This is good sis, what’s in here?” she continued to eat as her fellow pixie swallowed her bowl, noticing in the corner of her vision of Kindness putting a hand to his chest in discomfort “Oh, ya know. Acorns, Apples, Carrots and a pink root I found some miles out.” The smurf with them then fell out of his chair, coughing up some foam as Elderberry rushed to her lover’s side shouting his name in a panic. Holding her hand, he rasped out “S-Smurf root O-Outside, ground it into paste and mix with water, h-hurry.”    “Nightwillow what. Did. you. DO!?” Elderberry asked her sister in a demanding tone as she rushed to the door, the red headed pixie following her and flown infront of the older twin, causing the blue pixie to stop in flight “Doing you a favor! He’s no good for you! He’ll outlive you!” the slightly older female looked in horror before snarling with a sneer “THAT was not your call!  So what if Smurfs live longer than pixies! I love him! I will not let you take him from me!” she flown past her supposed siling, rushing to the smurf-root, hoping against hope that her lover held on. Before she could head back, a force tackled her to the ground. Nightwillow pinning the raven haired girl down as her hands glowed “You’ll thank me later.” she went to touch her forehead.    POW! She was knocked off. A knee having connected to her gut before a purple blur flown back to Kindness’ house. Once inside, Elderberry was quick to grind the root down into a paste, mixing it with water and helping the poisoned smurf drink it. “Easy Kindness, easy you’ll be ok my love.” she gently whispered, helping the coughing smurf sit up. As they got to their feet, both Pixie and smurf looked out the door as they heard the flutter of wings. Nightwillow charging..with a knife.    Kindness sluggishly held out his palms, saying quietly “Protecto.” a blue shield stopping the knife when Nightwillow swung it at him. “Why do you not die!?” she snarled. “Begone.” Was all the smurf grunted, his eyes glowing blue and swinging his left arm, making the pixie vanish….Where she was teleported to they had no idea. Aslong as Nightwillow was gone and they were safe. Both lovers stood in silence as the shield vanished, Elderberry holding the smurf while tears fell, her smurffriend hugging back comfortly in regret. His eyes closed as both lovers fell to their knees, holding onto eachother as berry cried in the loss of her sister...who she thought would always be there for her, accept her choices..accepted her nature. But, that doesn’t seem to be the case at all, or ever.    “I am sorry, Elderberry. I really am.” Kindness said holding the taller magic being closer, the female pixie sniffling in reply. She then pulled back, asking brokenly “what happens now? I am so sorry.”              “It was not your doing, don’t you dare blame yourself for your sister’s actions.” The smurf holding her sade as they joined foreheads, amethyst meeting blue, the blue male adding honestly “I love you and I can never hate you for events beyond control.” Berry sniffled as she nodded in reply, hugging Kindness as if he’d disappear too. Meanwhile.. Somewhere else in the world. Nightwillow yelped in surprise as she suddenly appeared in the air and tumbling on some grass. Getting up with a groan, the pixie looked at where she landed..It was some empty field, tall grass as far as the eye could see. So, Kindness banished her to who knows where in the world..Far from her sister..all to himself. ”Well…”she grunted getting to her feet “This was his plan to get rid of me the whole time.” she glared at the starless moonlit sky “Two can play at that game. Mark my words; I will find them again, and I will have my revenge on that smurf for turning my sister against me….”   With that vow in the air, the green eyed pixie started walking since her wings were injured at the moment. Oh yeah,she will have her revenge. It will just take some planning.

#Brainy Smurf #smurfs #papa smurf

[sayitwithsarcophilus]

Salish Sea College, September 2019

Everyone found a seat?  Nobody’s still waiting for their sign-language interpreter or something?  Awesome!  Let’s get started.

Welcome to Biology 218: Introduction to Xenology.  I’m your professor, Doctor Olivia Green.  Yes, the same old broad who wrote your textbooks.  It’s a small sub-field.  No, it wasn’t my idea to charge so dang much, take it up with the publisher.

Okay, get the bookkeeping out of the way first.  The syllabus should have my office hours and a list of important dates, and as soon as I can convince Blackboard to cooperate I’ll put them up there, too.  I should be putting slides up for those of you who missed class, but I’m a busy woman and Earth computers don’t respect me, so don’t hold your breath.  

Now, uh, safe spaces and trigger warnings.  Real talk here: I’m a scientist, not a mind-reader.  I don’t know what is and is not mentally safe for you, as individuals, except for obvious stuff like “don’t engage in direct telepathic contact with an Eridanus Voidbeast.”  Seriously, don’t.  In general, I don’t think we get into anything too upsetting, except for basic nature stuff like disease and parasitism and animals eating each other.  And plants.  And sometimes plants eating animals.  Not to mention the messed-up stuff fungi get up to.  Your syllabus should give a broad outline of the subjects we’re going to study, and I’ll have the topic of the day up on a slide at the beginning of class everyday, so if any of you have a phobia of giant carnivorous plants because you were traumatized by Little Shop of Horrors at a formative age you can spiritually brace yourself.  

I would like to emphasize that this classroom is a No Stupid Questions Zone.  We are dealing with the frontiers of science here, and shouldn’t take anything for granted, even ideas that would be 100-level common knowledge in an Earth-based biology course.  I’d rather you didn’t test my patience by being deliberately obtuse, but if you’re genuinely curious, ask away!  I promise I won’t make fun of you.

Does everyone have a syllabus?  Good.  Okay, we’ve got some time left, this is as good a time as any to go over one of the major ways in which xenology is different from conventional Earth-centered biology.  Yes, you in the green beanie?

You’re right, aliens are very strange and diverse, but that wasn’t what I was getting at.  And the ones that you’re likely to meet aren’t necessarily as fundamentally different on a biological level than you might think.  In terms of cellular structure and biochemistry, a Mi-Go has more in common with you than you do with some extremophile archaea here on Earth.  

Okay.  The real difference between xenology - as a discipline - and Earth-centered biology has to do with taxonomy.  Naming and classification schemes.  I know labels aren’t always useful or satisfactory in private life, but they’re important in biology so everyone knows they’re on the same page without having to wave a sample around and go “THESE guys!”  Awkward but manageable in microbiology, really problematic if you’re a marine biologist who specializes in cetaceans.

Modern biology relies a lot on grouping by evolutionary relationship - that’s what a clade is, even if the word sounds like it should be some kind of pottery tool.  And xenologists studying the life of one world do that too.  But if you’re doing any kind of comparative study across multiple planets, it’s a lot of trouble coming up with a separate tree of life with separate category names for every single planet.  Especially since life on Earth-like worlds often falls into patterns of convergent evolution.  How many words can you come up with for “single-celled green algae, but in SPACE?”

So xenologists recycle a lot of terminology - we even have a set of standardized affixes to indicate that we’re talking about Europa's cryophilic cyanobacteria or Pekarangan’s slime molds.  Which are pretty spectacular, by the way.  Catch them at the plasmodium stage and they look like big gooey fire opals.  Yes, shark hoodie?

What about panspermia?  Well, the short answer is that according to current estimates, the most recent common ancestor across planets would have lived over a billion years ago in the single-celled era, so its existence doesn’t simplify cross-planet cladistics to any meaningful degree.  But that’s a topic for another day.  

And... look at the time.  See you guys on Thursday, don’t forget your syllabus, and be prepared to discuss the reading.  

#crones in space verse #olivia at her day job

[theastonishingkylejackson]

“I don’t know where my hang-up with food came from. Since this is a judge free zone, I’m going to tell you my other food quirks.” -Written By Angela Miconi, Contributing Columnist for The Astonishing Tales Digital Magazine and Author of The Hot Mess Memoirs

To read more of Angela Miconi’s work, go to her website by clicking HERE.

Originally Published HERE  at The Hot Mess Memoir.

  Let me preface this by saying I’m still on my diet.

The Astonishing Angela Miconi, contributor for The Astonishing Tales Magazine and founder of The Hot Mess Memoir

Wait, I’m going back on my diet, effective Sunday.

I promise! But, I just inhaled 3 slices of Little Caesar’s pepperoni pizza in the back of my Corolla at soccer practice and it was magical!

I made sure to park in the lot that no parents are parked in since I basically looked like Jabba the Hut eating. I’m not a pretty eater.

I want the food in my mouth and I want it in my mouth yesterday!

That leads me to a question for you.

Are you a no food-touching person? I was thinking about this on my way home from work today.

I am. The gravy CANNOT run into the water produced by the corn or the potatoes cannot touch my salad. And don’t even get me started about foam plates that have the 5 divided areas.

Those are the things wet dreams are made of.

I use to watch my grandfather eat and he would take a slice of bread and sop EVERYTHING up on the plate. My gag reflexes would kick in and honestly, it was a train wreck I couldn’t look away from.

“It’s all goin’ in the same place anyway,” he would say.

“So why stop there grandpa?” I would ask. “Why not just put butter on your salad or ketchup on your donut? It’s all going in the same place, right?”

I would then get a harsh talking to about respecting my elders and everyone eats different or as I like to refer to, wrong.

My Other Weird Food Thing

I don’t know where my hang-up with food came from.

Maybe it’s from growing up in the restaurant business? It’s probably from watching my father pick the mold off the cheese and declare it now usable.

Maybe it’s from making a pizza, going to grab green peppers and on more than one occasion, feeling slime.

Since this is a judge free zone, I’m going to tell you my other food quirks.

Do you have these? What are your quirks? Remember, no judging!

I don’t use deli meat past 3 days. My husband could probably go a week which is absolutely disgusting.

When I order Subway, I look away when they are scooping the meat onto the bun. Ignorance is bliss is my motto at these establishments.

I’ve lightened up on milk. I used to NEVER use it past the expiration. Now I take a sniff and will use it up to 2 days after.

I just started eating bananas and just started getting used to them. I can’t eat them while I’m driving as I need to inspect every part of the banana and throw out anything that looks just a little dark.

I don’t EVER eat left overs. EVER! Left overs is the food of the devil. I will eat pizza the next day but it’s taken years to work up to that. When I save something for my husband and he doesn’t eat it and I throw it out a few days later, I’m borderline gagging.

Never have I opted for a piece of fruit that was in a hotel common area, a gas station or any other establishment.

I buy all my dry goods first then frozen then everything else. I can’t fathom having everything that is refrigerated not be refrigerated for that long. Then it’s a mad dash to get it in the fridge fast.

Can’t stand fish. When I’m invited to try any kind of fish I simply lie and say I’m allergic. If I don’t, I hear things like “oh, you’d like salmon” or “it tastes just like steak,” No it doesn’t, it’s disgusting.

So yeah, those are a few of my food quirks. I don’t know how abnormal they are but I was thinking about them earlier and thought I’d share with you guys. Now, what are yours?

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What Are Your Food Quirks? – A Hot Mess Memoir "I don’t know where my hang-up with food came from. Since this is a judge free zone, I’m going to tell you my other food quirks." …