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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 4 months

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We've had the M6 bodyswapping with their familiars, we've had the M6 bodyswapping with each other… But what kind of antics would ensue if the M6 had a bodyswapping incident with MC?

The Arcana HCs: When M6 bodyswap with MC

~ anon, you spectacular genius ~

-- to set the scene --

You know you're in a magic-infused dream as soon as you open your eyes. Off to your right, you can see your beloved standing in the open air, staring at the glowing ball of light that hovers in front of them. You're about to remind them of the cardinal magic rule - don't touch the mystery orb - but by the time you call their name, it's too late. Imagine your surprise when you wake up to your own face staring back at you from your pillow!

Julian

He's staring at you in horror because he knew his eyebags were bad but he didn't know they were that bad

You, on the other hand, are experiencing all the physical ailments of a 6'4 human that never remembers to eat and the headache of needing a daily dose of six shots of espresso to function

He's immediately concerned about physical wellbeing and checking both of you over for any signs of injury. Yeah, he doesn't hate magic anymore, but he's still not comfortable with it

Coaches you on how to speak more like him in his voice. His voice is made for DRAMA, MC, you must PROJECT! ENUNCIATE! The people at the back can't hear you!

He's also going to encourage you to wear all of his normal getup. Enjoy wearing multiple layers of leather in a Mediterranean climate, MC, it's all for the *aesthetic*

You, however, have a secret weapon, and that is basic self care

You are going to eat so much nutritious food and drink so much clean water and get so much sleep and sunlight and exercise ...

It's also payback for how much you're sweating right now, because you won't be the one dealing with all the sore muscles later

He gets unbearably flustered when he changes clothes/bathes in your body and won't stop talking about it

Asra

They know exactly what's happened as soon as they wake up and they know it's their fault and they have 0 regrets. none.

Quick to suggest taking a lazy day so you won't have to juggle the shop with this. And then suggests sleeping in immediately after

He's very curious about what it's like to enjoy all kinds of experiences in your body, but he doesn't do anything until he knows you're comfortable with it (including changing)

Gets distracted/sidetracked every time they pass a mirror/window/shiny pot/remotely reflective surface because they like your face and it keeps surprising them to see it reflected back at them

You're about to watch yourself make the weirdest faces into the mirror as they try to document what your face looks like with different expressions

Has the time of his life picking out his outfit (to wear on your body) and watching you pick out yours (to wear on his body)

Pulls out every food item in your kitchen because they want to know if you taste things differently than they do. You're going to wake up with heartburn tomorrow

Might suggest pranking a few friends, but he's generally so averse to conflict that he won't be dead set on the idea

Occasionally taps into your bond, just to ground themself

Nadia

She's going to keep lying still for a moment or two to finish processing what's just happened and decide what she's going to do about it

And then she's going to teasingly tell you that you're welcome to help yourself to her body, and ask if she can help herself to yours

Tells a trusted Palace servant that she is indisposed and that neither of you will be available today (because there's no way she's going to try to swap jobs with you)

You might be tempted to set yourself up in front of a mirror and see if there's any pose or outfit in the world that Nadia can't look elegant in. She'll have a very amusing time watching you

Portia will inevitably hear about her absence and stop by at some point, which will only ramp up the hilarity

Nadia does suggest sneaking out at some point, your body makes for a great disguise and a day on the town sounds fun!

(You still haven't figured out how to tell her that what sets her apart more than her appearance is her bearing. You've never seen your own posture look that good)

Speaking of posture, welcome to life in a body that's excellently cared for! You can stretch in every direction and nothing hurts!

Though this much thick hair is heavy and hot

Muriel

Oh, he knows before he opens his eyes that something's off, because the furs feel unusually heavy over him and he's never shared a bed with anything bigger than he is

Speaking of, he had no idea that his body radiated that much heat. It's like lying next to a furnace (and it's more comforting than he expected. maybe you're onto something with all the snuggling)

He's violently uncomfortable with being in your body, mostly because he's assuming you'd like it back, and he doesn't want to do anything with it that you don't want him to

You, on the other hand, spend a day as the pilot of a body with unusual size and strength. You're going to have to be reeeeally careful not accidentally bump your head/break and tear stuff

What you choose to do with that is entirely up to you (and up to your body's capacity to contain Muriel's embarrassed blush)

Have fun flexing and watching yourself turn beet red

He is going to request that the two of you stay in the woods and out of sight, which certainly makes things easier

He's also going to apologize to you because he knows this was his fault (you'll have to convince him that being in his body is not a miserable experience, which he may have a hard time believing)

Inanna will be wolf-laughing at both of you the whole time

Portia

She woke up first and put two and two together. By the time you open your eyes, your face is staring back at you with this specific expression: >:3

Also, your body is buzzing (and I mean, buzzing) with energy. You feel like you could climb a mountain and still have the capacity to chop down at least 20 trees. Oh, and your hands are tiny

It's going to take a second for her to get used to your body, if only because she keeps stopping at every new movement/sensation to comment on it/experiment with it/tease you about it

As soon as you've had breakfast, she's taking the day off and dragging you into town for some good old-fashioned mischief

Because yeah, she just woke up in one of the most powerful magician's bodies in the world, she fully plans on taking advantage of that. Who wouldn't??

Long story short, your day is going to consist of running after her while she comments on your "low energy levels" (they're not low, they're human) and wreaks havoc with your magical capacity

The fountain in the town square spouts glowing orange water for a week after she passes through. Even she isn't sure how she did it, so you just have to wait it out and hope it won't poison anyone

Mazelinka saw you two at one point and cried laughing

Lucio

It takes him a while to figure out what's happened

Don't misread this as him assuming that things are normal. He knows things are not normal, because he's getting human sensations from his left arm

But his first assumption is that this is because his arm magically grew back in the night, and his second assumption when he sees his own body next to him is that he's been cloned

You wake up because he's frantically calling your name, asking why his voice sounds so weird and if you had to clone him as part of getting his human arm back and where you've disappeared to

Shrieks and falls backwards off the bed when his clone's eyes open and you tell him what's happened from his own body

You, on the other hand, are going to spend all day figuring out how to function with a metal arm. It's nowhere near as easy as he makes it look, plus it makes that whole side of your body cold

Lucio insists on doing your eyeliner (on his face) because yes, he loves you, and yes, he trusts you, but that's his signature look and he needs it to be perfect

And then you're going to accidentally ruin his face anyways when you go to scratch an itch, forgetting about the claws on his hand

It's nothing compared to his attempts to use your magic

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 4 months

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Rational Fear

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~800

Warnings: fear of needles, fear of getting blood drawn, fluff at the end

Request by @sylvanianlucy: could you write somethign about the reader being afraid of needles. i'm REALLY scared of them and still cry when i get shots no matter how old I am. Thank you!

Summary: you are deathly afraid of needles and you have an appointment to get your blood drawn coming up. How will you ever be okay with going?

Square Filled: grabbed by the chin for @badthingshappenbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

Today is not your best day. Things started going wrong the second you woke up. You slept through your phone alarms, there was no hot water for your shower, your coffee machine exploded on you which caused you to go change, and the bus was late to pick you up. You don’t own a car since you live so close to work that you can take the bus.

All of this is the reason why you have been chewing on your nails since the moment you got onto the bus, and why your hair is a tangled mess from you pulling on it. Not to mention you didn’t get a lot of sleep last night, so your eyes are a bit red.

You keep your head down when you walk into the bullpen. The B Team is in the air today, so you have a day of catching up on paperwork. If you’re lucky, you don’t have to talk to anyone. Everyone is in the break room getting their daily dose of caffeine so you quickly hide at your desk and pretend to be super busy so they won’t bother you.

When you log into your computer, a calendar notification pops up on the top right of the screen. When you read it, your blood instantly turns to ice. A chill runs down your spine as fear seeps into your skin. Just breathe, Y/N. You’re going to be okay. In… Out… You can’t seem to tear your eyes away from the notification so you wait until it disappears. It’s gone but the fear is still there.

There’s nothing to be scared of. No one dies from having their blood taken. A medical professional is going to be there the entire time. They know what they’re doing. They do it every day to millions of people. You’re being irrational. Then why are your palms sweaty, your heart racing, and your entire body shivering? Even the thought of being anywhere near needles makes your blood run cold. You hate needles. You hate what they look like. You hate the thought of one. You hate one making contact with your skin.

Even as a child, needles scared the shit out of you. You’d watch horror movies that involve them which would scare the shit out of you. People in those movies would always misuse them for nefarious purposes, and your little brain thought that’s what people actually did in real life. Nothing traumatic happened to you involving needles but something doesn’t have to be traumatic for you to fear it.

This is one of those times.

Emily walks in with two coffees in her hand; one for you and one for her. It doesn’t matter if you’ve made one for yourself in the break room because she always has the better kind. She sees you at your desk and hops over with a smile on her face.

“I have a present for you,” she sings. When you don’t turn to face her, her smile is lost. She sets both coffees on her desk and looks at you to see just how much of a mess you are. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” All you can do is shake your head. “Would you like to go somewhere more private?” You nod. “Come on.”

She takes your hand and notices how clammy it is. You’re nervous about something and she is going to be there for whatever it is. She takes you to an empty office and closes the door to ensure privacy. If this were anyone else, you wouldn’t think about spilling but this is Emily. You have a massive crush on her and she is your biggest supporter in everything you do.

“I have an appointment today after work,” you whisper and look down. “I’m scared.”

“Of what?” she asks kindly.

“I have to get my blood drawn. I’m terrified of needles. I don’t know why I am. All I know is that I even think about them and my whole body freezes. I know it’s childish,” you sigh.

Emily gently grabs your chin and lifts it so you’re looking up at her.

“No fear is childish. If it scares you, then it’s real. It’s okay to be scared of needles. It’s not an uncommon fear.”

“But I don’t have a legitimate reason to be scared of them. I wasn’t traumatized or anything. I’m just scared of them.”

“That doesn’t matter. A fear is a fear and it’s valid because it affects you.”

“I don’t want to go to the doctor’s alone.”

“Who says you have to be alone?” she grins and sits next to you.

“You’d come with me?”

“I’d go with you to the end of the world if you asked me to. I’m going to be right there next to you,” she grabs your hand, “holding your hand.”

“Thank you,” you whisper.

“Anything for you. I mean it,” she smiles back.

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thebunniesgrim · 7 months

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Ok so wait

So, the recent episode of Helluva Boss made me...

Think.

About something.

I know, right? so scary

But oops made me stop for a second (as much as I like one could say love the episode)

Are the sinners worse than the literal 7 deathly sins?

I know it's a little early to say this considering hazbin hotel hasn't come out yet and helluva boss hasn't shown us all the 7 deadly sins, yet you know?

But considering our track record with Asmodeus not thinking lust should be forced and Beelzebub not encouraging overindulgence or overindulgence for the wrong reasons (when she tells Loona "like hey he a mess and killing the vibe k?”)

(Also, I feel like the Asmodeus thing is a damned if you do damned if you don't thing honestly there was no winning with this one viv would have gotten flamed either way. I don’t have a gripe with it either way )

Are the sinners worse than them? Like Valentino is an abuser and uses angle dust and others for his body in more ways than one. Alastor is allegedly a cannibal (can that be seen as gluttony or some other sin? Other than it being morality wrong to eat people), angel overuses drugs, husk drink to an excess Yada Yada Yada

....so, like who are the real demons?

(That was the gotcha moment the whole time.)

Hazbin Hotel pitch: "Maybe the real demons (or redemption) were the friends we made along the way *rainbow emoji*"

You're telling me that Valentino can just sexually assault folks and get them doped up on magical cigar smoke, but Asmodeus doesn't believe that diddling people without consent is just too far?

Ok yeah totally

Because honestly what's next?

Is Belphegor gonna recommend we get the daily recommended amount of sleep and to put healthy breaks in between tasks? (watch her be a doctor)

Is mammon gonna vouch for ethical consumerism and hoarding money is bad?

Wait no, let me guess!

Leviathan is gonna tell us about that envy in small doses as motivation is healthy but too much and it's not?

Is Lucifer gonna be like yo Dawgs being prideful in one's achievements is totally radical but don't be a dick about it

Is satin gonna like to tell us getting angry is ok but pointing one's anger towards other is totally uncool?

Because he'll doesn't seem like a doomed eternity it just seems like a playground, they aren't even being like damned for their sins

It's like the purge but slightly more civil

How is a sinner gonna be worst that a demon?

I am very aware expecting Viv to give us correct demon mythos is a tall order and not realistic at all, but I don’t think we can stay any farther from the 7 deadly sins in their basic boiled down forms, you know? Like money, anger, ego, sex, food, lazy, and jealously.

They are demons! You can have kind and sweet demons like minion from the Cuphead show he's a sweet heart but he still encourages the devil to be the devil

Or even king dice (not a demons but a bad person he works for the devil) he has sympatric qualities but he's still a bad guy. Same with the devil too if you look hard enough

They are still demons people have a negative connotation with them why not make them morally gray? Like “you can cut some guys arm off if both parties are into it, I don’t care just ask first” that would be kinda funny. But also, he values consent to a fault he doesn’t care about them being safe but as long as you asked its fine.

Asmodeus:

Or if like cheat days turn into cheat years idk

It just seems like the 7 deadly sins are just guys and the sinners are just worse than them

Like look at pilot of Hazbin and look all the non-sense they do then look at Helluva it’s so sanitized comparatively it's kinda funny ngl

If the sinners, the worst of the worst of humans and this is how soft the demon royales are like pilot hazbin would bully the hell (heh) out of Helluva

Lol is the pride ring just a bunch of uncivilized edgy children when everyone else just kinda looks on in utter horror? Now that I wouldn’t mind :)

small rant about the Hazbin hotel piolt

Why does Charlie call the sinners her people in the pilot?

Like I feel like her people are the hell born like her, the deadly sins, the imps, the succubus and so on

You know her people the demons and junk who are like her kin of sort?

Also why is over population such a problem? It seems like a fitting punishment to me if there's limited space seems like a good thing, no?

Are they not here to suffer?

Also why not just allow the sinners to wander the other rings? Why are they only in pride?

What's the point of the other rings? Why are they named after sins if they aren't going to be used by the sinners?

ok bye :)

#helluva boss critical #helluva boss #helluva boss criticism #helluva boss asmodeus #beelzebub helluva boss #hazbin hotel critique

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be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie · 11 months

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Your daily dose of Nocorro angst, good eats:

I'm not putting in @spicymiilk 's ideas in case he uses them, but dear god I would pay real money for my accidentally mated au to be written thank u.

-Part of me thinks there should be a fucking medieval au type thing where Neteyam is the next prince to take over the kingdom passed down via Neytiri's line. I just love the idea of Spider as a fucking Theon Greyjoy type son of the enemy raised by the family, and that’s why Neytiri doesn’t trust him or some shit it’s so juicy. Can't you all see it now it's so good, the star crossed horror of it all.

-The additional Neytiri/Neteyam parallel that comes out in nocorro. They both have forbidden alien romances, and yet Neytiri wouldn't respect or understand Neteyam's without a lot of work. THE SYMBOLIC T R A G E D Y. We could have a moment of Mo'at being like, "Get it together, I accepted your freak. I even like him better than you now sometimes."

-I am currently deeply obsessed with the bonds Na'vi form with their mates. Every author has played with bonds differently, but I feel like a lot of fics have mentioned this concept of being able to feel each others emotions. The fact that the bond is like, more raw and important in the beginning. So Spider and Neteyam keeping their relationship hidden, being separate and secret would be like almost painful. I am so so invested in that idea I want to know More. Like they Have to be near each other, like touch and shit is essential for a healthy bond at first and they’re just like fucking it up. I want to explore Na'vi bond concepts so bad, with some lovely hurt comfort of nocorro being forced apart at the worst time.

-I even like the concept of them being in a healthy, normal relationship, right? They are newly bonded, and everyone loved and supported them from the beginning or what not. They wanted to get mated before the train raid just in case, and then Spider gets fucking taken lol. Tragedy, they AREN'T SUPPOSED TO BE APART, the drama of it all.

-I made that soulmate au post where I did all the different types of soulmate aus I could think of and with the one where they can feel and take each others pain I WENT STRAIGHT TO NOCORRO RIGHT AWAY. There’s something so funny and horrifying about spider getting taken and Jake being like “alright go learn an entire new culture” and Neteyam's like on the ground half dead like “but dad I feel like I’m being brain tortured”.

-Neteyam would be so fucking angsty and reckless at Awa'atlu in this au. He feels all of Spider's pain, so he's terrified and scared BUT ALSO CRANKY. He’s saying slightly rude things to his parents and he’s beating the shit out of Ao’nung before Lo’ak can even try. Man is testy. And he's shit at learning to breathe, he is not feeling calm or patient.

-The soulmate au where you can take the others wounds, imagine Spider taking the bullet wound even after they have a (spider inflicted cause he gets hurt more often) pact to not take each others wounds and pain. Horrifying. I have been wondering about the logistics tho, because Spider's body is proportionally different than Neteyam's, would the wound appear somewhere else on his body that would help him possibly survive? I can't decide.

-Oh my god also a version where they hadn't realized yet they were soulmates. Neteyam's all of a sudden devastated and horrified that he's alive at the cost of his soulmate, one he never got to meet, only to look over and notice Spider keeling over. TRAGEDY. pLS I need comfort fics too.

-There’s enough torture porn in this fandom I’m waiting for my Spider romcom. I want to be surprised by how right things start going for my boy, it's never surprising when all the things go bad all the time for him. I want that fucking fast food nocorro au I got so into. I want my soulmate au but they notice from the beginning so they accept him and raise him or something.

-Speaking of a little modern nocorro romcom (still with plenty of angst tho) I’m telling you I’m right Neteyam is P E A K I can fix him. He clocks Spider and is like “now there’s a boy I can fix (sexual).” His sexuality is will my dick cure him? Yes.

-Spider like, coughs once and Neteyam's like that sickly little loser of a man is Mine now, wow. Wow I am going to Save him and it'll be so satisfying. The man has a savior complex you can't convince me otherwise. That meme like "if I had a lame ass boyfriend I would hype him up so hard," that's Neteyam.

-I've always thought that Neteyam and Spider's problems and fights would always be over Neteyam trying to fix all of Spider's problems. Like Spider is just venting about his dad and Neteyam is like "so I'm on the phone with CPS and we're filing a report" and Spider's like "oh my fucking god I just wanted you to listen??" And Neteyam's like but babe I can fix it.

-Neteyam's GROWTH is him like learning to grit his teeth and literally sit on his hands as he forces himself to let Spider have his own problem instead of Babygirl-ifying him. He's literally Too Pure Too Good For This World in the most annoying way possible, he thinks everything can be fixed but maybe Spider's just gotta be broke, we can't superglue this one back together.

-Then Spider's like what if he won't like me if I'm not broken anyway? And it's a whole other complex and a whole other set of issues.

I hope you've enjoyed this word vomit of terrible angst, I need help and I need fluff.

#thank u to andrei for making sure i got literally nothing done all day #and at one point while we were talking I glanced up at work and noticed one kid had another kid in a headlock #and i'd been letting it happen in favor of this #neteyam sully #miles spider socorro #spider socorro #nocorro #neytiri sully #mo'at #jake sully #ao'nung #avatar #avatar the way of water #james cameron avatar #we are mindmelding get in

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silvereyedzoroark · 10 months

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I've had this idea as a sketch for over two months waiting on my desk to be finish. So let me introduce to you Coltik and Trainantula. Now this idea was obviously based on the horror game monster Choo Choo Charles, now I actually don't like horror games or horror genre in general, but what brought this on was actually watching

What if You (and Charles) Talked in Choo Choo Charles? (Parody) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yLASJ9T-BxI

Which made this idea in my head pop up, which is probably because I'm a Pokemon Subway Boss fan, but after sketching the original idea, I actually tried to write a one shot fanfic of Subway Boss Emmet encountering this fakemon, I called it 'Spider Down By The Tracks' but sadly its unfinished/unpublished as I just don't have the time to write these days at the moment =(

But the gist of the story was this mysterious Giant Cyrtid Spider Pokemon had been grabbing lone passengers from trains or from the platforms. Its targets were always alone, so imagine the horror its late, your taking the train back home, your tired and your the only one in the train car, when suddenly you hear a loud train whistle like noise, it startles you back to more awake state as you had been startling to dose off, then suddenly the car suddenly smoke leaks through the windows filling the place up with up with smoke, you cough and splutter trying to get to the door, when suddenly a light shines from behind you turn to face it to see this creature - cue scream and cut to black.

So the story is set a year and a half after Ingo disappears to Hisui, so these sudden chain of disappearances (As the camera feed cut's out before the 'attack' happens so they don't know its a Giant Cyrtid Spider Pokemon) is rekindling the talk of Ingo disappearance obviously that just fuels Emmet to get to the bottom of this issue and find the Pokemon or person responsible.

So the story plan was to follow a 'new' depot agent (OC) who had recently joined the staff, who was now debating his life choices with these sudden disappearances happening especially with the rumours going round that maybe Subway Boss Emmet had something to do with them, considering what happened to his brother as these disappearances seem eerily similar to the missing Subway Boss case.

And Subway Boss Emmet seems to always 'smiling' shouldn't he upset about the disappearances? Most people not realizing that's just how Emmet face default expression is. The new Depot agent OC starts believing the lies that Emmet is secretly a serial killer and is hiding the bodies in abandoned subway tunnels and Ingo was just the first victim. None of this is helped by Emmet's sudden odd behaviour (It's just Emmet trying to figure out what's going on, but he keeps accidentally freaking out the new guy) But also sighted talking to an unknown induvial (Its Looker)

Eventually OC and Another OC (This one has been telling main OC all the bad rumours of Subway Boss Emmet) were on the last train of the night when they get attacked, both getting taken and waking up later in an underground cave system they have no idea what's going on and quickly look for a way out, quickly spotting some joltiks and deciding to follow them out, eventually finding old train tracks, but as they are going down the tunnel they see a light, and think its the Trainantula again and start running.

They soon stop when it turns out its actually Emmet and Depot Agent Cloud, having followed a trail of Joltiks to find the missing depot agents. They reveal that Emmet had been using his horde of Joltiks to search the tunnels daily. He's developed a unique way for them to communicate to him so thats the reason he had been popping up randomly was because his Joltiks were altering him of an issue in the area that OC happened to be in.

It turns out the the 'Other' OC the main OC had been teamed up with and had also been telling main OC all those terrible rumours was actually a Team Rainbow Rocket Grunt in disguise. Who had infiltrated Gear Station on a mission to get access to the security system and other stuff.

Theirs is a battle, but it doesn't last long as the grunt it loosing badly but then the Trainantula makes sudden appearance and nabs Depot Agent Cloud stopping the battle and forcing a mild truce between the two groups.

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"Did you see how big those teeth were! they were huge!"

"I am Emmet, they are called fangs not teeth"

"Not helping Boss"

" I think correctly wrongful information is verrrrry helpful! Yep!"

"Shouldn't we be trying to stay silent? what if it hear us?"

"I am Emmet, it doesn't need to hear us, to find us"

"That's the worst thing you could possibly said"

"Actually no" Emmet turning his head slowly to look back at them "The worse thing I could say, is that its right behind you"

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That's when a light suddenly appears behind OC and Grunt, OC and Grunt scream in panic but its quickly revealed to be Ingo's Chandelure. Emmet is laughing at them while greeting Chandelure, the Grunt then snaps verbally lashes out at Emmet for always 'smiling' and not seeming to be taking his situation seriously, how could he be smiling when they are being hunted by a giant Spider Pokemon! for all they knew this Pokemon was responsible for Subway Boss Ingo's disappearance/death!

"I am Emmet, that's not possible, these tracks were not in the tunnels when Ingo disappeared" Emmet then shows with his lantern the Pokemon tracks on the dirt floor.

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OC and Team Rocket Grunt had been thinking Emmet was leading them out, but it's revealed that Emmet is searching for the other missing depot agent and passengers, but also to find the Trainantula as its his duty as a Subway Boss to make sure for passenger safety and that everyone makes it to their preferred destination, that means he's going to find them.

"We are getting close, Yep!"

"Getting close to what?"

"The nest"

"Why couldn't you have said exit"

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So they find the nest, reveal that the Trainantula has been webbing up the missing people so that its Coltik's can feed on their life force, as it turns out they are a Bug/Ghost type and similar to the Chandelure evo line they feed on spiritual/life energy.

Emmet battles the Alpha Trainantula while OC goes to recuse the missing people and Team Rocket Grunt chooses to run away in the chaos.

Emmet win's and captures the Trainantula in a greatball, but it's revealed he had a MasterBall on him the whole time. When question why he didn't use that, he said it was given to him by a mysterious third party who wanted him to catch the Pokemon for 'Research', but Emmet didn't trust these mysterious people and so captured the Pokemon himself.

They then gather the missing people and collect the Coltik's and leave that place, everyone is okay, but the Team Rocket Grunt is now missing.

When they get out of the cave system/old subway tunnel's and back to the train station they encounter Looker and Anabel along with other recuse searchers. Poeple are returned to their family's its a big heartfelt thing and after some people look over Trainantula and the Coltik's its believed that Trainantula is actually from another dimension, as ultra wormhole energy is detected on it.

They order Emmet to hand over the Pokemon but he refuses to give up Trainantula and the Coltik's, saying he can manager them as he is both familiar with the their world variant and Ghost Pokemon of that nature 'Look to Chandelure' but he is willing to get help/allow Professor Juniper to study them.

After more talking and Emmet refusing to back down, it's agree he can watch over these new Pokemon, but he'll be under watchful eyes for it.

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I reveal in an minor epilogue the Mysterious third party had hoped Giratina was still lurking around in the subway tunnels and why they had given Emmet the masterball in hopes of obtaining it for their unknown purpose.

I then cut to the tunnels where the Grunt is hopelessly lost but then encounters red eyes in the dark, basically meeting Giratina and an unknown fate.

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Name: Coltik

Type: Bug/Ghost

Ability: Flash Fire

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Name: Trainantula

Type: Bug/Ghost

Ability: Steam Engine

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toomanyfandomsimfanvergent · 1 year

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Finnick Odair x Reader

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Summary; Finnick comforts you after a nightmare. You are each other's comfort from the horrors the Capitol forces you into.

'You see her. She was only thirteen. Atomic. The tribute from district three.

All you see is her blo-

-ody figure. You keep hearing your name. You ignore it and allow the night terrors to consume you.

She was covered in blood. She was terrible at fighting so you had taken her in at the beginning of the games. You shared food after you joined aliances.

She was the only tribute you had joined forces with. The only one who mattered.

You had to kill her. All you thought about was Finnick. He would be devastated if you didn't return. He made you promise to do everything you can to come home. Come back to him.

Your thoughts go back to the tributes. You didn't know most of their names.

But the district two tribute, mason. He had a sister who had been reaped with him.

You saw her, you killed her. She was lying face down in the stream. Her blood flowing done the river like red icing would melt if you put it on a cake to fast.

Her brother runs at you, furious and you lock your arms around his throat and wait. You ignore the pain as he scratches at your flesh.

He soon falls-

More of the screaming starts breaking through.

But you turn around, Atomic. Her bloodied figure laying there. The various cuts on her body. One large slash on her stomach. Thigh. And when you noticed she wouldn't die, you slashed her neck. The sound of the can-'

You wake up screaming, your throat is already raw. tears streaming down your face you see Finnick.

"Yn," he sobs as he pulls you closer. You gladly accept his warm embrace as you feel his tears wet your neck.

"Sorry," is all you can manage to say through the sobs that wrack your body.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't stop i-" you cut him off.

"I couldn't control that," you fiddle with the end of the comforter. "I couldn't control that I killed them," you look up at him.

His tear stained eyes meet yours

You remeber. It took four peace keepers to pry him off of you.

Finicky had been worried. The both of you used for your bodies in the capitol. He hadn't thought you would love him for his past, you having thought the same.

It stayed on the secret side. All reactions were shut down when you had been forced to fake a breakup before acting to fall for some new capitol freak.

"None of that is your fault," he says pulling you back enough to see your face. His tear stained face meets yours.

"You look like shit," you tell him.

He gives a mock scoff as if you had offended him, "Have you seen a mirror, sweetheart," he places another kiss on your forehead.

"I had better be pretty hot for you to have chosen me over the capitol chicks," you reply earning a smile from your lover.

"Sorry that I like my women looking real not like a fourth graders science project," he says.

He earns a laugh out of you, making fun of the capitol and harmless jokes about your last was how the both of you survived. The daily dose of sarcasm.

"I love you, sugar cube," you say into his chest as you lay back down.

"I could have died, I wanted to enjoy life while it lasted, love you to Finny," You can feel him grimace at the nickname. He was fine with 'Finn' but he didn't care for 'Finny' as much.

You stay in each other's embrace. The comfort the other would provide was enough. Enough to get you through all of the bullshit from the Capitol.

Forcing children over the age of 16 to participate in forces prostitution was wrong. You hadn't even tried to resist.

Snow needed you more then he let on. When you said no, instead of killing your mother on the spot he gave you a choice. He knew you could easily start uprisings, so he had to keep you happy. Even if he acted like you were just a pawn.

You chose to keep your mother, and the rest of your family, alive and well.

Finnick lived in the victors village with you. But, most of your time was spent in the Capitol. It sucked, a lot.

It wasn't getting any easier. Neither you nor Finnick got more then a few months off a year. Ever.

Being I'm your early/mid twenties, a longer break would be nice. Even better, a permanent break.

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You are ushered off by your hair and makeup team. They had their work cut out for them. You had never allowed Snow to make any major body modificaions. It only made you more popular.

Marketed for the night for guys who like, 'Natural beautys' or 'girls who bite back'. It was disgusting.

Your makeup team does your hair in a delicate low bun. Gold eyeliner and a soft pink lipstick is applied.

You feel them apply a base to your face and something on your eyes.

You are then slipped into a black and lacy set for the men you had to entertain. And an extravagant evening gown. A navy blue..

After they add more final touches, you look in the mirror. You looked stunning. But you hated it.

It was horrid. Older men, much older, paid big bucks to spend the night with you. Looking at your schedule, you realized it was a very full night. Literaly.

You had appointments all night. From after the ball to well into the morning. 10pm - 4am. Who the hell wants to fuck at 4 in the morning?

You look through the names, they were to stay secret, and notice something odd. A women's name. They were usually to interested in your lover. She's the 4am.

You get slightly nervous. Men would literally cum within minutes if you were experienced. The women, we're much more interesting.

They weren't boring like the guys, you had to do stuff. You still hated it, but it was better then the men. You get ready for the hours on end. And see one name you hate.

You groan. He was... the worst. Most guys wanted you to please them, not this one. And he was fucking first. He always left a painful ache between your legs. No damn patience.

Finnick rushes in looking happy, "I have an early night! Please tell me you do?" He blurts. He flashes his schedule. Three appointments. He would be home by 1.

You show him yours. Completely packed. He sighs and gives you a hug.

"I'm sorry," he whispers and that was the last he said before the both if you were whisked away to begin dancing and having 'fun' with people.

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You walk back to your apartment in the Capitol. It had been a long night. You were sore and exhausted. You had half female clients, so you were far less sore, having done most of the work.

You walk into Finnick laying asleep on the bed. He wasn't under the covers.

You notice the bed looks made, and the apartment smells like vanilla and cherries. You smile, he got home early to do stuff he knew would make you happy.

You strip out of your tiny black dress (a wardrobe change before your other work), and into a flannel sleep shirt and matching shorts. A nice dark green colour.

you skip under the covers and move Finnick under them to. He instinctively cuddles your body into his. His legs wrap around your legs, and his arms curl into your waist.

His head is softly snoring into your chest. You smile and push some hair out of his face. He was so damn adorable.

You close your eyes and yawn, succumbing to sleep. You weren't ready for tomorrow; another tiring and miserable night.

But, nights like this, cuddling with Finnick, made everything you went through much better. Worth it. You would have a full night every night if it meant you got to cuddle with Finnick every night.

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loverofstufflof · 5 days

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The Lord Deer Demon

Megapolis’ most sane doctor

Dr. Bài works at a hospital in the Megapolis Bhikkhu district. Being one of the few clinics that understands demon biology, they get a lot of traffic from all walks of life.

Including the occasional visit with a squad of heroes after their brushes with death.

Unfortunately, Dr. Bài has a rocky history with one of their mentors.

Is it really so bad that he wants to put his past behind him? To live happily with his daughter, and save lives as he’s always wanted? Why does this scheming, knifing, stupid monkey need to be all up in his business?!

He doesn’t know anything about the Bone Demon, so just leave him be, already! There’s a woman downstairs that urgently needs her daily dose of freshly extracted heart and—yes he is still using that method! It works and who cares if a few stupid mortals die in the process?!

Bài Lùjing, more accurately known as the White Deer Spirit, is a blorbo I’ve been working on for quite some time now. He’s meant to be my idea of how the show could incorporate the actual JTTW villain.

For those whose knowledge of JTTW antagonists extends as far as OSP episodes (/pos) Lùjing appears as the main villain in the Kingdom of Sons arc.

The king of the land has fallen deathly ill and is desperate for whatever source of immortality he can get. His advisor, the White Deer Spirit, informs him that consuming 1,111 hearts of young sons will bring him back to health.

However, when the pilgrims arrive, Tripitaka’s heart should be hearty enough to do it instantly, because, you know, reincarnation of Golden Cicada.

As you can imagine, this section is very gorey, chaotic, and a great opportunity for Wukong to flex his body horror skills. My favourite arc of the whole book.

A lot went into the design to figure out how LEGO would make his story more palatable for younger audiences, how they would fit him into the futuristic city LMK takes place in, how they would anglicize his name, and so on.

I don’t feel like giving too much away because I’m honestly kinda proud of how I built his character and want to reveal his backstory in a cool, dramatic way, but I will say this:

His surname is very, very relevant.

Anyhow, this is my propaganda piece for the @lmk-oc-competition ! You can vote for him to win a duel to the death! Make sure to give the other creators some love, too! This is just a friendly competition, after all :]

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #lmk #lmk oc #‘come learn about my OC guys :)’ *DUMPS INFO*#art!#post!

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hypocriticalspicewrites · 6 months

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Content included on this page will probably lean toward the more fluffy, lovey-dovey lovestruck/sick, content cause your girl is too much of a sucker for passionate romance. 🙏😭

More serious content warnings: 17+ work, violence, suggesting sexual acts or aftercare, gore, blood, body-horror, suggestive writing.

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beesmygod · 2 years

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i had this typed up for my newsletter im working on lol. i solved one of my health mysteries. tl;dr: food allergy

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having a completely fucked up sleep schedule goes hand in hand with having a fucked up food schedule, which means my last meal is when the sun comes up and i dont get hungry until late in the day. any attempts to break this pattern risk waking up ravenously, eating-raw-meat-out-of-the-freezer hungry in the middle of what was supposed to be my sleep cycle. i do whatever the opposite of torpor is. i invented a worse way of mammalian living. do NOT steal.

so anyway, every night before i go to bed, i would fill my empty tummy with a delicious peanut butter and strawberry jelly sandwich. this is because strawberry is the tastiest, most accessible jelly. let me explain: when you go to a diner and search through the little jelly basket with all the jellies in it, you will see these flavors and these flavors ONLY!!! (ranked by deliciousness):

strawberry

orange marmalade

mixed berry

the putrid concord grape

orange marmalade is a distant second to the only good jelly on this list. i like strawberry jam.

in the mornings, i started eating special k cereal (red berries, again, the only good one) hoping the vitamin c would cure whatever was causing me to feel so fucking sick and miserable on a daily basis. every day i would wake up exhausted and every night i would go to bed in terrible pain from my entire chest down. it was hard to explain my symptoms outside of just feeling like total shit generally. to be honest, i thought it was just the result of bad living. my chest was often tight but i attributed this to how freakishly tense my body is from years of letting anxiety run ramshod over my brain and body. ive had this problem for over a decade.

recently, i went on vacation for a few days to d.c. with my boyfriend, adam. on the evening of the second day, as we shared a plate of fried chicken livers as romantically as possible, i told him, "i feel so good. this is the best i've felt in a long time!". and i really meant it. the rash on my face had cleared up significantly, my stabbing chest pain i had attributed to heartburn/dying was gone, and best of all, i felt like i could breathe. my chest no longer felt like it was being crushed and my lungs didnt feel like they were sticking together instead of inflating. my legs didnt even hurt as much when i walked, which seemed like a massive achievement to me.

i came home from d.c. late in the evening and returned to my nightly ritual sandwich. that's when i noticed, for the first time ever (now that i was unburdened with terrible pain elsewhere), that my mouth was burning and tingling in a way that might be textbook anaphylaxis.

i thought back to the time when my sister told me she liked the taste of bananas but they were too spicy for her. and how i laughed at her and said "what the hell are you talking about", which in turn lead to the discovery of her birch allergy. i also thought back to high school when i suddenly started feeling very ill, tired, and weak almost every single day. but i would still *~bravely~* find the strength to go into work nearly every day. i would be sooooo hungry by the time i got to my job immediately after getting out of school and wouldnt get to eat until i got home at 9pm. so i would commit a little corporate theft and eat some sample sized special k (red berries) intended for patrons. hmm. a pattern is emerging.

now i have an epipen and blood work being processed by a doctor who expressed mild horror at how frequently i was dosing myself with a little bit of near death experience just for delicious strawberries. as it turns out, you feel a lot better once you stop poisoning yourself on a daily basis. at no point did i ever think i was going to die from any of my various problems despite having every symptom that obviously points at a reaction. i dont know. i thought i just rolled some bad genetic dice and got stuck with the shitty body lol.

i did sort of eat the rest of the sandwich tho. it was good. no ragrets

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nightmare-the-cat · 6 months

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The Unforseen Price

Or- in my headcannon, about four years of combat training later, all these traumatized kids need therapy IMMEDIATELY because they are terrifying and fucking DANGEROUS when set off

Let’s go down the list here…

Guren

Being leader of any team comes with heavy burdens-including the heaviest dose of trauma when it comes to heroic persuits

You don’t just FORGET the brief moment in time where you were the last living human in the universe-as much as Guren tries to. Being host to the most dangerous and volatile of all the elements does not help these issues one bit either.

The guy is responsible for four OTHER traumatized kids like 24/7 on top of the ESP bullshit driving him up a wall-catch him on a bad day and your body will never be found

Ceylan

Humor can be a great coping mechanism-if it’s not the only one you have. From watching his best friend get murdered (alongside the numerous attempts beforehand) to the everyday traumatic experience that is the horrors of war, one is liable to snap-ESPECIALLY if you’re a sniper like Ceylan. The dude has had to look his victims in the eye for four years, and while they may have been corrupted Quartonians, you don’t just shrug off shit like that

Humor can only take a guy so far, and once it stops working for even a moment, trouble comes knocking in the form of deadly precision arrows that’ll rip through a skull like it was a wet paper towel

Toxsa

Escapism via Video Games only works if you play them constantly-which Toxsa simply cannot do all the time. Considering this is Toxsa’s ONLY coping mechanism, he’s very volatile and moody when not training or fighting on Quarton.

Despite not being anywhere near a fault line, Benham City has become a strange epicenter for daily earth tremors thanks to this gremlin

Chooki

This lad is aware he’s fucked up-but does nothing about it. He tries to bury his feelings and trauma in sports, extra curriculars, training, and of course fighting Corrupted up on Quarton. He dares not to be alone with his thoughts-lest the darkness come swiftly for his mental well-being

The guy doesn’t even TRY to go fishing anymore-the silence can send him over the edge in mere minutes nowadays. But he has to hold himself together around people because he has venomous knuckle stingers and electricity as an element-not a great combo for blowing off steam at all safely

Gen

Shit home life, shit coping mechanisms, and still denying being gay has made Gen quite the mentally disturbed teenager. He can hold himself together longer than the other knights, but if Guren is in any kind of danger, Gen goes batshit feral-moving just as quickly as the whirlwinds he commands to engage the enemy in what is sure to be a quick, painful death

Yet he still denies to everyone that he’s gay-despite spending a LOT of time in his days thinking about Guren nonstop.

The denial is damaging to his psyche at this point, and yet, he still refuses to admit he wants to kiss a boy for fear of rejection-the fact that Toxsa and Ceylan have been dating for six months has somehow not changed this

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escudofracturado · 7 months

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TIMING: Current LOCATION: Vicker's Beach, Harborside PARTIES: Finn (@animotoph0bia) & Milo (@escudofracturado) SUMMARY: Two depressed stoners meet at the beach and realize they have a lot in common. CONTENT WARNINGS: Drug use, suicidal ideation, and self-harm

Vicker’s was an absolutely gorgeous beach. The fact that he worked in Harborside and got to see the ocean before and after his shifts still felt a little insane. Milo had been a city boy his entire life, and as much as he did love being out in nature, there was a specific kind of energy, of magic to the city that he couldn’t get enough of. The life, the people, the culture, the art, not to mention the food. But he couldn’t deny the beauty of Wicked’s Rest, the more relaxed energy of this small town surrounded by nature. He would even go as far to say that he liked it, if not for all the horrors that seemed to be lurking around every corner.

It’d been a long day. After losing track of time the night before, he had only gotten a few hours of sleep before having to head in for the morning shift. Not only had his manager caught someone trying to shoplift– which he always made a huge deal about– but Milo had to deal with some miserable old lady who had turned what should have been a very simple transaction into A Whole Fucking Thing that had taken about thirty minutes of his life.

So, after clocking out, he made his way to the beach, walking down to a little rocky outcropping where he took a seat on one of the flatter rocks right on the edge of the shore. He just needed to sit and stare at the ocean for a while, watch the waves come in and go out, listen to their crashing, breathe. Milo wished his job was beach. He could be Fuck-Up Ken. Cringe Fail Ken. Dammit, now that song was gonna be stuck in his head.

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As much as Finn preferred the general concept of ‘inside’ with its ‘no people’ and consequently, less feelings, it was a stretch to say he enjoyed spending time in this new apartment. On most days, it was manageable, when he got to lose himself in work or a video game. On days like today, where his mind was reeling and not even an extra dose of anxiolytics could stop him from sensing (or imagining, it was up for debate at this point) his neighbhours’ feelings, the apartment was a cramped space from hell.

There was still plenty of town to explore but at this hour, most of the inner parts were crowded with people. Walking in a straight line away from civilisation felt as good of a plan as any, headphones on and eyes on the concrete until it turned to cobblestone and finally, rocks. Finn felt drained after passing all of those people, letting his gaze settle on the ocean and then fall out of focus as everyone else’s anxieties and stress and anger dissipated from his mind and body.

He’d always enjoyed the beach, even though trips there had been few and far between. Watching the waves was definitely nice, especially with alt-J as a background noise. Now that it was finally quiet, Finn let himself dig out a smoke and lighter. As he fumbled with the lighter, his gaze finally moved from the orange horizon to the rest of the beach, landing on - fucking hell, another person. He only had the one blunt one him but getting arrested for smoking in public after less than a month in a new town would be a big mess.

Attempting to put away the lighter obviously resulted in him dropping it because honestly, why wouldn’t it? It clattered down the rocky decline, seemingly with a will of its own and a determination to reach the damn ocean with how far it tumbled. Finn winced, slowly pulling down his headphones and risking a glance at the only other person here. Was this about to result in socialization? Fuck.

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Between the day he’d had and the soothing sounds of water crashing against the shore, Milo was beginning to feel the exhaustion that had created a home in his body. It was always there, had been for years, slowly eroding away at his bones, digging trenches where the daily fatigues could collect like rainwater. He was convinced that it would eventually sink him. Honestly, it was weird that it hadn’t already. It should have. It was all he felt sometimes, all he felt right then. There was a quiet peacefulness to it, to the hollowness of his being, but even that felt a little distant and muffled, just like the rest of his emotions.

At least the beach was nice.

The clattering of plastic on stone startled him out of his daze, and he looked behind him to see a guy standing on the rocks above him. A moment later, he noticed what appeared to be a lighter skittering and bouncing down toward him very quickly. He tried to grab for it, but it just sailed past him, ultimately landing in the water with a plop. Milo went after it, reaching into the shallow water before the waves could drag it away. Shaking off the excess water, he carefully clambered up the rocks toward the stranger.

Now that he was closer and had a moment to look, the guy was kinda cute– shaggy hair, glasses, a few visible tattoos. “Hey. Sorry, man.” He held out the lighter for the guy to take back. It hadn’t been in the water long, but it would probably need to dry out before it would work. “I’ve got a light if you need,” Milo offered.

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Finn watched in a bit of a stupor as his lighter was fished out from the ocean, shifting uncomfortably on his feet. Walking away now would be rude, with this stranger having gone through the trouble of rescuing the cheap lighter, but it was still so very tempting. Thankfully for his future social standing in this town, Finn stayed put, turning off the blaring music in his headphones as the guy made his way up the rocky hill.

“It’s fine,” Finn replied, mustering a smile even as he felt a faint warmth crawling up his neck and to his face. A compliment, he supposed, hair flattened by the headphones and his current shirt just barely having passed this morning’s smell check. Even so, this feeling always made him more antsy when it reared its head around someone of the same gender. Felt more invasive, somehow - what if this guy hadn’t even told anyone? And then Finn was the first person that some poor stranger inadvertently came out to, and this is how spirals start, cut it the fuck out.

Accepting the moist lighter and pocketing it, he glanced around before looking back to the friendly stranger. He really did want a smoke.

“Yeah, alright. That makes you complicit in any case,” he half-joked, pulling the smoke back out from where it had been hastily stuffed into the pocket of his jeans. Maybe he’d just been distracted upon arrival, but Finn could have sworn he’d been alone upon getting to the beach. There hadn’t been a flurry of emotions, just a sense of zoning out, which he’d assumed had been his own. Maybe not… “Sorry, I ruined your ocean watching.”

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The guy seemed a little flustered, and it left Milo wondering if he was the anxious type. However, he breathed out a laugh at his comment. “Damn, it does, doesn’t it? Think we’ll be fine, though. I haven’t had any problems yet, at least.” Also, this was a college town– he doubted the cops really gave a shit about one blunt. Then again, he had heard that the WRPD was trash, so… Either way, it’s not like there was anyone else nearby.

He dug a lighter out of his pocket, as he brushed off the apology. “Oh, no, you’re fine, dude. I was just kinda vibing anyway.” Did it count as ocean watching if he was mostly just staring blankly ahead of him in a stupor? Sure, he was looking in the direction of the ocean, vaguely taking in the view, but he also wasn’t really looking at anything. He hadn’t even been listening to music or anything. Totally cool, normal neurotypical behavior, right?

Flicking the lighter, Milo cupped a hand around the flame to shield it from the breeze as he held it out toward the other.

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Accepting his new partner in crime and the reassurance that no one would probably care allowed Finn to relax. A bit, it was hard to relax completely when most of your life had been a steady state of anxiety. At least this particular interaction wasn’t flooding him with emotions - he could deal with the awkwardness of a slight attraction, deal with it meaning he could forget it ever happened and try to ignore every hint of it. “Fair enough.”

With the lighter held out, Finn got a better view of tattooed forearms, the random array of art reminding him way too much of his own insane assortment and bringing a flicker of a smile to his face. Accepting this guy as a kindred spirit helped Finn not be completely weird about leaning in close to a stranger’s hands - the smoke finally getting lit also helped. “Decent place to vibe,” he breathed out, deflating with the release of all this pent up energy. “The no people thing is definitely a plus.”

Sighing contently, Finn plopped down to the ground, taking another drag before politely holding it up towards the stranger. He wasn’t really sure whether or not he wanted the guy to actually accept it, not usually the one to actively long for company. It had been a while since he’d had some actual social interaction, though… “I’m Finn, by the way.”

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There was something about being in such a beautiful place while being acutely aware of the emptiness inside that made reality feel intangible. The salty scent of the ocean, the pale sand, the late afternoon sun, it all combined in a way that nothing about it felt real to him. His body, like an anchor, felt like the only thing keeping him tethered to the space and time Milo currently found himself. Meanwhile, his mind was somewhere above the two young men, looking down upon the scene.

Running a finger over the heated metal as he pocketed the lighter again, he shocked himself into his body somewhat. He wondered if he should leave the guy to do his thing. He seemed to wasn’t giving off the vibe of someone who really wanted to chat with a stranger– especially with the added comment about how it was nice that there weren’t people around. The last thing Milo wanted to do was annoy the dude, but he found himself a little desperate for the human interaction, for anything that might ground him, distract him from his thoughts or, god forbid, the emotions that were always lying in wait for an opportunity to dig in and drag him under.

But Finn surprised him, offering him the now lit blunt and introducing himself. So, he went along with it, taking a seat near him, and offering him a small smile. “Oh, thanks, man.” He took a hit, some of the heaviness easing up as he exhaled the smoke. “Milo,” he said, voice soft as he passed it back. “Nice to meet you. Always fun to find a new partner in crime.” It was a stupid little comment, but he grinned nonetheless.

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It was faint. So faint and… familiar in a sense, that Finn hadn’t noticed it at first. The blankness, for lack of a better word. It was like a strange hole, or a really heavy blanket that somehow managed to not be comfortable, yet just slightly different from the one he himself indulged in when fully and completely alone. It also felt different to how his father’s had felt, that had felt a bit more like… being underwater. The second the feeling faded, Finn’s thoughts returned to the presence. And it looked like Milo had been too deep in his own hole to notice.

Now curious, and a bit empathetic, Finn found that he didn’t mind Milo accepting the offer to join him. And whatever the younger man felt wouldn’t matter in a moment, since Finn could already sense the detachment easing over him, like the smoke filling his lungs could blow away the ability to feel - both his and anyone else’s emotions. Smiling back, the gesture filled with much more ease than it would have been just a few minutes ago, he took another drag and let the shoddily rolled blunt hang from his fingers. “Yeah. Just a couple of losers smoking pot on the beach.” He paused, glancing over at Milo. “No offense.”

He let his eyes linger on the other a moment, reading into him like a normal person would, not with the advantage (or cheating) of literally reading him. Pretty normal looking, all things considered. Seemed to get a decent amount of sunlight, had a kindred knack for tattoos and- The surprised laugh came out sounding more like a snort and Finn quickly scrambled to explain the random outburst. “Oh, fuck off. That’s…” As he spoke, oh so eloquently, he pulled back his sleeve to reveal the reason for his amusement. “Here I was thinking I would be unique in this town.” On his bicep, now turned to face Milo, was a fine line box with words. The same exact words that decorated the other’s forearm. Despite everything, it’s still you.

—-

The weed seemed to be doing its thing, as Milo could feel some of the tension he had noticed upon first making his way over melt away with each exhalation of smoke. It was something he enjoyed about smoking with others, noticing them ease up, get out of their head a little. It always helped tear down his walls and filters with others, generally just helped him to relax. He was probably leaning on that a little too much these past several months, but, like, fuck, he needed something. And it was better than… other things.

He chuckled. “None taken, I’m absolutely a loser, gg, you got me pegged immediately. And, I mean, hey, the beach is a pretty nice place to get high.” Milo turned his focus back to the scenic ocean view in front of them. “This town’s, like, stupidly pretty,” he murmured. He hated the draw Wicked’s Rest had on him, even when he knew how dangerous and chaotic it was here. And, he really hated that Luci seemed determined to stay in spite of the dangers. The fuckin’ rammys of my actions. Exhaling with a sigh, he was brought out of that line of thought by the other’s laugh.

Eyebrows raised, he turned to face his new companion, a questioning look on his face and a small smile already on his face from the sound of Finn’s snort. When the other began to pull up his sleeve, Milo’s confusion only grew. That is, until he noticed the words inked onto his skin. A laugh bubbled out of him at the coincidence, and he held up his arm, gaze darting back and forth at the two nearly matching tattoos. “I mean, Undertale’s a great fuckin’ game,” he shrugged, amusement written all over his face. Shaking his head, he wasn’t quite sure what to say. He’d never met anyone with the same tattoo before. “That’s… Yeah. Two losers with the same tattoo smoking at the beach, I guess.”

—

Finn’s big mouth had an impressive reputation for getting him into trouble, everything ranging from hurting people’s feelings to his own face doing the hurting. So it was a relief that Milo seemed to vibe with the sentiment, understand the sarcasm, however much truth it was laced with. Because they were just being a couple of losers, weren’t they? Didn’t people have shit to do at this time of day? Meet up with friends or partners, go home for family dinner, anything else than trying to drown your feelings alone on the beach? Well, not entirely alone anymore. “Game recognize game, I guess,” he shot back, easy smile settled on his face, thoughts drifting in and out of focus but not in the bad kind of way.

The tattoo revelation seemed to shock and amuse Milo just as much as it had Finn, the two definitely starting to look the part of stoners as they sat there, staring at each other’s arms with stupid smiles on their faces. “Great fucking game is an understatement. I could code a game like that, easy, but the fucking story would never compare,” he sighed wistfully, letting his heavy head drag him closer down to the ground, now propped up by his elbows.

“Yeah… basically the same person, seems like.” Finn took one more drag that he definitely didn’t need before the next round of mistake left his mouth. “Complete with dissociation and depression. Quite a package deal.” It took him a moment too long to realize that he obviously wasn’t supposed to know this much. Took him even longer to realize he should care, but then he just… didn’t. If Milo got angry or freaked and walked away, that would just be getting straight to the inevitable. Even though the thought of having a buddy to smoke with, someone who had the same tattoo for fuck’s sake, was achingly appealing in his current state.

—

‘Game recognize game’ was absolutely the most dorky, loser ass response and Milo loved it. So far, Finn seemed like someone he could be friends with– good friends, maybe. And the tattoo thing really felt insane. He knew it shouldn’t and that there were likely a lot of people with the same or a very similar tattoo, but coming across one was throwing him a bit. A lot of his tattoos were just fun, random bullshit, but that was one that meant a lot to him. It was a moment in a game that he loved that had hit him hard, and the tattoo sort of served as a reminder that after everything he’d gone through growing up, he managed to survive. He had to wonder if it held that same kind of meaning to Finn, or if he was just projecting that onto the other.

He grinned at Finn’s enthusiasm for the game. “Yeah, it’s such a good story and unique game style, and the fuckin’ soundtrack’s so good. Really, such a masterpiece of a game. Toby Fox, I love you, please make more games,” he said, throwing the words out into the void. Milo could talk a lot when sober, so he jumped onto the bit of information before he could continue rambling about the game. “You code, though? That’s super fucking cool,” he replied, eyes lighting up. “Are you a game designer or something? Or is that just the dream?”

Chuckling at the comment, he nodded. They did seem to share some common interests– to the point that they shared a tattoo– and Finn seemed pretty nice and chill. Between his company and the drugs, he felt so much more relaxed than he had before. But then he continued speaking, and once again Milo turned to the man in confusion, a slight panic rising in his chest. Was he so obvious that this stranger could read him after such a short amount of time? He couldn’t just know that, right? “How–” He genuinely wasn’t sure what to say, ultimately just repeating himself, “How?” The panic pooling at his sternum made him blurt out the question on his mind. “Am I that obvious?”

—

“Just the dream,” Finn had sighed, sharing this dumb and seemingly unreachable milestone with a stranger that currently didn’t feel like a stranger. Whose sentiment at shouting wishes into the voice he definitely shared. And then he had gone and fucked it all up, predictably. Where the two had seemed to be settling into an unspoken moment of leaning back and just being, Milo broke it by shooting up straight. Not his fault, obviously, since Finn - like on so many occasions - was the fuse.

Milo was unraveling, his panic piercing through even the dull haze of the weed, and Finn forced himself to focus. Because even after only ten freaking minutes, he kinda liked the kid. “Woah, hey, just…” Finn sat up straight, pinching the bridge of his nose in a futile attempt to say something that wasn’t just complete shit and would cause a further spiral. Something he was usually terrible at. “No, you’re not that obvious. You seem really chill, dude. Okay?” He sighed and under different circumstances, would have taken a second to think on his next sentence, but he didn’t currently have that privilege. “I just… feel shit, yeah? No better way to put it.”

Legs crossing, unfocused gaze made an attempt to settle on Milo. The guy who’d had the decency to save his poor lighter and offer the weirdo at the beach company. “It just slipped out because… honestly, fucking same. I didn’t even realize I was feeling your shit for a while because it just felt exactly like my shit. So like… your secret’s safe with me, or whatever.” Providing as much explanation as he could muster, Finn let himself sink back against the rocks, waves providing a sarcastically calm background for the panic he had caused. “Now’s your cue to call me a weirdo and bolt, by the way.”

—

There was such a familiar wistfulness to his sigh that Milo could almost feel the ghost of its ache in his chest. It made him even more curious about the other, if he really was capable of making such a piece of art, if there was something that held him back. What was Finn’s deal? Well, aside from reading him like a goddamn book.

Years ago, a friend had casually mentioned how even before they were friends, she had noticed he was sad, and that comment had felt like a punch to the gut. Granted, she was ridiculously smart and observant, and she had seen herself in observing him, but still. If she had been able to see him struggling just from her bored people watching during classes, then shouldn’t any of the adults in his life be able to do the same? Not that he really wanted them, or anyone for that matter, to perceive him or call attention to anything. But he was a kid, and deep down he did just want someone to notice and care and figure out how to make it better, how to fix things, fix him. Instead, he was stuck suffering through his adolescence with a brain that wanted him dead. So, there was something about being seen so clearly by a stranger that felt a little devastating to Milo.

But… I just feel shit. Finn could just feel that he was depressed and dissociating? Feel how? Like he ‘had a feeling about it,’ or did he literally mean he could feel it feel it? Because one option was significantly worse than the other.

He didn’t even really question the possibility of it, and that in itself made him feel a little insane. But how could he really question it? He was a fucking witch, from a family of witches, who was friends with a zombie, a werewolf, and an oread. Winter, who could see ghosts, kept calling him X because she had thought he was a mutant. His sister could probably turn water into wine if she really wanted to. This guy could somehow feel that Milo was an absolute dumpster fire of a human? Sure, why the fuck not? Finn could feel the chaos in his head, and hadn’t even noticed because he felt the same way. Fucked up if true, and he couldn’t see how the hell he would be able to know with such certainty if it weren’t.

There were so many questions running through his head, but he was kinda high and baffled, and he couldn’t find the right words to ask. “You feel it?” he asked, finally, quietly. His emotions, the crushing weight of them, the emptiness, could he really feel them? Did he really share in them? The idea made him feel so incredibly uncomfortable while also breaking his heart a little, however, there was also a weird sense of camaraderie and even ease at the prospect of being around someone who truly understood. Maybe he hadn’t totally been projecting with his thoughts on their tattoo after all?

He wondered how much Finn knew, if he should share his own weirdo status, if he would even believe him, especially without any sort of demonstration on his part. This guy he’d met less than thirty minutes ago already seemed to know him– the real Milo– more than most people, and he didn’t know what to do with that. So, he laid back on the rock, staring up at the partly cloudy sky. “This fucking town’s totally ruined the meaning of weird for me, honestly,” he sighed.

—

Everything felt muffled, like trying to make out words underwater, except it was feelings Finn was trying to get a read on. Not trying very hard, granted, because it still and always would make him feel icky. Like a peeping tom. A more capable person probably would have intervened, attempted to slow the roll of what was obviously a melt down in process, but Finn wasn’t even capable of slowing his own roll on a good day, much less do it for someone else. So he stayed quiet, at least giving Milo the decency of not staring at him while the inner turmoil continued. Simply holding the blunt where it could be reached, as if that was any consolation.

Milo finally spoke, and he didn’t sound as completely bewildered as he should have. Maybe people in this town believed in psychics and shit like that. “Yup,” Finn replied casually, popping the ‘p’ and then sighing as he readjusted his position on the harsh rocks. “Yours, everyone else’s, all the time. Well, most of the time. This helps,” he explained, taking another smoke from his saving grace to prove the point. “This and sometimes the meds mom prescribed because she thinks it’s probably schizophrenia.” It only felt fair to overshare, since Finn had accidentally blurted out Milo’s deepest feelings.

And he wasn’t leaving. Finn was talking about the shit that had made his school counselor and every therapist cock their head in a concerned way and scribble something down. Either Milo was just curious to see where this nutcase story was going, or he genuinely didn’t think Finn was crazy. It didn’t matter much, he was really just kinda thankful for the change in reaction.

—

When he’d read about empathy powers in, like, comics and shit, Milo had always thought it sounded pretty miserable. The same with any telepathic powers, really. Just being bombarded with people’s thoughts and emotions all the goddamn time? He could barely deal with his own emotions, thank you very much, and his heart was already too soft and large for his own good, anyway. It was hard enough being the average kind of empathetic in the world they lived in, being an actual empath seemed like way too much of a burden.

And here Finn was, telling him that he carried that exact burden, right after reading him for filth.

“Is your mom a psychiatrist?” It shouldn’t have been the next question out of his mouth, considering the current topic of conversation, but it was what his stupid high brain latched onto. It was certainly the more easily digestible fact. He was neither high enough, nor sober enough, for this one. However, the guy wasn’t trying to, like, eat his organs or spit acid at him or throw him into a body pit or something. At least, not yet. So, you know, that was a step up from the last time Wicked’s Rest decided to totally blindside him.

Milo gazed up at the sky, watching for a moment as a group of seagulls flew past, before suddenly pulling himself back upright. “Okay, but, like, deadass?” he asked, watching the other curiously. “Like, you’ve got the Jean Gray, ‘I feel other people’s emotions,’ empath thing going on?”

—

The question made Finn snort with laughter because it was fucking hilarious, wasn’t it? His mom’s profession and the irony of it throughout his whole life had never been lost on him but something about hearing this question now, the something most likely being weed, was insanely funny. “Fuck yeah, she is,” he chuckled - even now, every argument about medication or trying a new therapist just felt like the sickest, but still most enjoyable, joke. “I’m the one case she can’t crack,” he sighed, attention drifting from the conversation at the sight of a particularly fluffy cloud passing overhead.

Focus snapped back at Milo’s sudden movement, head swiveling to watch him go through his revelation. Smiling, a bit lopsided in an attempt to keep his face serious, he nodded. “Deadass. Without all the cool stuff, though. No thoughts, no context. No blowing shit up, which is probably good since I can’t even control this fucking thing.” Resting his head back, Finn kept one eye open to peer at Milo, faint smile still clinging to his face despite talking about the thing he hated most.

“You’re kinda cool, dude. For a stressed and depressed guy, at least,” he added jokingly, something akin to fondness coating the words. Considering how the day had started, Finn wasn’t hating how it had ended. Sure, he’d probably regret telling his weirdest, freakiest secret to some random guy he’d met on the beach, while high. But for now, it felt like the greatest idea he’d had in months.

—

His laugh made it hard for Milo to keep a straight face. But his response sent a pang of concern through the younger man as he processed what he said. Finn's mom didn't believe him about his abilities, then? She had him on some kinda antipsychotics, thought he was schizophrenic. Jesus. "I guess the DSM doesn’t exactly cover empathetic– empathic?– abilities..."

Okay. He couldn't read thoughts. That was good, Milo wouldn't have to give up on his life on land and jump into the ocean, never to come back. (Distantly, he wondered if mermaids existed, and was immediately grateful the other man couldn't see the full extent of his mess and dumbassery.) He supposed Finn probably wouldn't have stuck around to talk if he could see into his mind, see all the awful, rotten parts of him. But he could feel it, felt it himself, even, and that was something Milo wouldn't wish on anyone.

"I'm sorry," he murmured. "It sucks, not having control." He could feel his heart beating through his chest, feel the pulse around the hollow cavern in his chest. Jaw clenched, he held his breath as he felt it reverberate through the empty pit, sending a deep ache straight through him, and through Finn, too, presumably.

"For a stressed and depressed loser, you mean?" he shot back, an easy grin on his face. "Back atcha, man." Maybe it was the weed or the exhaustion, or maybe it was the tattoo or the oversharing or the way Finn implied they were like the same person with similar emotions, but Milo didn't care enough to feel uncomfortable. He knew he probably should, seeing how Finn could literally read his emotions, but it wasn't something the other could control, right?

No, instead of discomfort, there was an odd sense of ease, of comfort, almost as if they were old friends who were becoming reacquainted. …that was def at least partially because of the weed, but still, he liked the guy. It seemed he had found yet another addition for their ever-growing band of weirdos.

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